He's Going To Propose, But Not To You
"Okay, so, I know she liked the heart shaped ones. She never said specifically anything, though" Harry muttered, bending down to get a better look at the rings that were on display.
An eery silence was spread along the store, Y/n’s back pressed against a wall as she played with her frizzy hair.
She couldn’t show what she truly felt—the deep sadness within her. She knew that he loved her. It was written on his face, as if tattooed right upon his forehead.
Even when he claims he loves Y/n more than any other girl, she knows it’s not true. The way he stares at her is something she thought only existed in Nicholas Sparks books, or the look Michael gave Suzanne in James Patterson’s book.
“Y/n come here, do you like this one?” He asked, waving his two fingers in his direction, never taking his eyes off of the ring.
She sighed, throwing herself off of the wall as she made her way over to the display box.
She gasped, the most beautiful ring she had ever seen was being shown. She has never seen anything like it. It was like every girls dream, the way it shined in the light to where it nearly blinded you.
“W—wow, that’s beautiful.”
“I think that’s the one.”
Harry smiled, quickly walking toward assistence to come pick his selection. Y/n dozed off. It was just a ring, it was just a steel circle with diamonds, yet it means so much. It’s a symbol of trust, a symbol of love and destiny, strength and commitment.
It was everything she could never receive from him.
“I would like, that one, that one right there” Harry smiled.
The employee smiled brightly, letting out a low “ah” as he unlocked the case.
“Best one here. By far the most brilliant engagement ring a man can ever buy for his lover. Must be one special lady.”
Harry sighed contently, his smirk slowly turning into a smile as he blushed.
“More than you will ever know. Thank you.” He said, reaching for the ring he’s been admiring.
Y/n didn’t flinch, she just kept playing with her hair. She didn’t want to see him so happy, because a part of her wished he wasn’t. A part of her wanted him to hold back—realize that this wasnt what he wanted.
But it was. It was more than what he wanted.
“You have the same ring size as her, right? Can I try it in you?” Harry asked Y/n, pulling her away from her thoughts.
She nodded, sticking her left hand out in front of her, spreading her ever-too-thin fingers to give him more access.
He nodded, holding the ring gently between his two fingers, carefully sliding it on her ring finger.
Y/n’s heart broke. She had always imagined Harry putting on the engagement ring, asking the cherished four words every girl wants to hear, while he kneeled down on one knee right before her.
But it wasn’t real. This wasn’t what she imagined. He wasn’t doing this for her, he was doing it for somebody else.
She immediately held his wrist, preventing him from putting it on any further.
“Y/n? You okay?” Harry asked, but she ignored him.
Her entire body seemed to collapse. In stiff movements, she pushed his arm away, and without any words spoken, she walked away from him.
She could hardly keep her balance, her tears blocking what was in front on her. She was choking, choking on her self-pity and enormous jealousy. Her feelings all bundled inside her chest and she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
She stumbled out of the store, onto the streets, where everything felt like a dream. She placed an open palm upon her forehead, the pain of her thoughts pounding against her head.
She could see the stares of people around her, looking as if something was wrong. Yet none of them did anything. She didn’t care. She kept walking. Her sobs punching against her throat, trying to escape.
“Ma’am, ma’am are you okay?” A man asked, but it sounded so distant, and he was seen as a blur.
She wasn’t aware of how far she walked, or how long it had lasted until she finally bumped into somebody she knew.
“It’s okay, Y/n, it’s okay” Zayn whispered, holding her hody tightly against his.
He had picked up her feelings for Harry, he picked it up years ago. But now that she’s like this, he had to let her know he did.
“I—I—I wish he loved me” she screamed in his chest, punching her fists against his shoulders.
She collasped. She was weak—weak against herself and weak against her body. Zayn sat down with her, leaning against a building with everyone walking by them, taking glances as what was unfolding.
Y/n was pulling at his clothes, punching his body, screaming into him, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t imagine what this felt like for her.
Finding his way against her movements, Zayn scooped her body into his. She immediatley settled down, her tears the only part of her that was alive.
“I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to see Vanessa love someone else, I couldn’t,” Zayn mumbled, referring to his long term girlfriend, “but you gotta be strong, yeah? Remember it’s not like this, alright? Like, look at how many people care about you. You have so many people who love you more than you love them, if that’s even possible. But I can’t see one of my best friends like this. I really can’t.”
Y/n squeezed him, nuzzling her face deeper into his chest.
“I can’t. I wish I could, but he’s all I’ve ever loved, Zayn. He is the only person I could ever love.”
More sobs raked through her body, and even though Harry was the light of her life, the fire of her loins, it was then she wished she had never met him.