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7 Missed Calls

you get into a car accident when harry’s in the middle of a concert.

You had just gotten off the phone with Harry thirty minutes ago. You had called him in a panic, explaining how you had less than ten minutes to get from one side of the city to the other for an extremely important job interview.

Harry had reassured you in that deep, soothing voice of his that you were going to be fine. That everything was going to be fine. And you believed him. Hell, nobody–not even a psychic–could’ve predicted the events that would transpire.

Your boyfriend of 2 years was currently in Manchester for four nights. You two had last seen each other in person about a few weeks back when you surprised him in London.

“I missed you so much,” Harry had murmured against your lips, “and I still miss you now, because after a few days you’re just going to turn around and leave me again.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

It was in the middle of Woman when it happened. That is–Harry’s phone ringing backstage. It was on silent, and it was locked up in his dressing room.

Thus, the first call went unanswered.

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Nobody’s Leaving Anybody

harry thinks you’re leaving him and the both of you get into a huge fight that wakes up your daughter.

[the requests: Y/N and Harry are in a big fight. Y/N tries to make it better and get Harry to let up, but he’s insistent until y/n starts crying because he snaps at y/n for trying to distract him.

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“Can you keep your voice down?”

“Why would you suggest something so fucking stupid like that?” Harry exclaims, completely disregarding your request so that you believe you had not said anything at all.

His fingers were running through his hair so many times that you fear he may rip it all out.

Tears are rapidly streaming down your face as you try to approach him. “Harry,” you cry, “please calm down.”

But your husband is backing away from you, his face cut open with shock and exaggerated grief. “You can’t fucking leave me,” he says, his voice practically echoing down the block now. You wince at his tone, and if he had noticed it, he sure as hell didn’t stop. “Take it back. Say you didn’t mean it. That you were just joking.”

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