you hated yourself. if you hadn’t fallen in love at 19 with a reckless band member, you’d be in college somewhere expanding your knowledge. but now you’re sobbing in your apartment, bruises littered across your arms after you were caught between a fight with your boyfriend and one of the members of a rival band. harry had apologized countless times before leaving you alone to wallow in self doubt. you wanted to leave, but every time you got close, harry pulled you right back in with those green eyes.