you and Henry used to be inseparable until fame. fame, girls, late night outs changed him

he was no longer the sweet, and loving Henry. he had become cocky and arrogant, you hated it

one afternoon, he gave you a bouquet of roses "will you let me court you, y/n?" he asked

you scoffed and tossed it in the trash "you think i'm that dumb, Henry? really?" he paused. "huh? what are you even saying?"

"everyone knows you and your friends date girls..for a bet. a fucking bet. you think i didn't know?'

"wait, no! it's not like that! i'm being sincere-"

"sincerity? you're capable of that?" you retorted

"right. as if you didn't abandon me." he hated being reminded of his mistake. he frowned

"Y/n, just listen, okay?" "no. all that comes out of your mouth are lies." he looked defeated. "why can't you believe me?"

"why did you have to change so much, hmm?" he had no answer to your clapback. he knew he deserved it

"you're a disappointment, Henry. i can't believe i used to even like you."