I look at you again, tears falling down your cheeks and the worst thing is that I can't do anything, and is killing me inside, you don't even want me to get closer to you, because 'then it would be more difficult.'

"So that's it? Our four year relationship ends here?" I ask, I try to get closer to you again but you move away. "Love, we can talk about it, please, let's not end things like this."

We started the relationship four years ago, when I was on xfactor and they put me in ‘One Direction’ with the boys. And I can say with certainty that you were my first love, the one that will never be forgotten in life. You're probably the person I love most in this fucking world and now, you're leaving.

You're telling me the typical story about how you can't stand the fame and attention I get, but I know there's something more. And it hurts my heart that you want to leave without telling me what's really happening, because I care about you a lot and I want this to work in every way possible. But you've already packed your suitcase and are ready to go.

"Can we talk, please?" I beg, tears almost welling up in my eyes. "Whatever it is, we can fix it, please don't leave me."