or in which harry and y/n break up and meet a few times coincidentally over the span of 6 weeks before rekindling their relationship.
Itâs been 6 weeks of hell for harry.
6 weeks since y/n packed everything and trudged out of his life because of the stupid mistake he made. He had rekindled a friendship with his ex, Kendall, even though he promised y/n he wouldnât. Harry changed around Kendall. Not the same way he changed for the better around y/n. That night 6 weeks ago, he could unfortunately remember so vividly, almost as if it happened yesterday.
âyouâre back late.â y/n murmured in the dark with the TV the only source of light in the dark living room. Harry jumped slightly, not expecting y/n to be awake at the meek hours of the night/early morning. âHow was the âstudioâ?â She quipped with risen eyebrows and a smug expression. Harry had told her earlier that week that he had a late studio session for that day and that she didnât need to wait up for him to return. The only issue that y/n soon found out was that this âstudio sessionâ never happened. âIt was..good?â He hesitated slightly and he knew by the look on her face that she knew something. âWas it really, harry?â She narrowed her eyes as she spoke. âYes it was good.. I thought I told you not to wait up for me,lovie.â He answered after a moment as he still stood in the doorframe. âCouldnât really sleep when I go through twitter and find out that my boyfriend is at a 5 star restaurant and holding hands with a woman that isnât me.â She challenged with crossed arms and Harryâs shoulders visibly tensed under her gaze and new confession. âItâs really not what you thi-â he began before he was cut off by a loud scoff from y/n. âHow many fake studio sessions were there harry? How many times have you lied to me?â She waited for a response but was only met with a guilty harry staring at the ground. âTwice.â He muttered softly, and y/nâs heart shattered as well as their relationship. Y/n ended up leaving that night, packing everything into a large suitcase as Harry begged her to stay. His efforts werenât enough as she left with Harryâs heart and a few stray tears.
Over the past few weeks, harry nursed empty bottles and y/n reminisced on the good times with salty tears flowing down her cheeks. To them the phrase âlove is a drugâ was undeniably true as they suffered the withdrawals. The bed was cold and lonely. Breakfast was filled with silence now. The tv was the only sounds filling their space. âHomeâ was not really a home without the other, and they both knew it but no matter how hard Harry tried, y/n refused to listen or answer his calls. His voicemails were deleted automatically and text messages were visually muted. She was completely heartbroken and harry felt like he was drowning.
The first time they saw each other after the breakup was at a party neither of them wanted to be at. It was a Friday night and they were both invited to Niallâs party following his favorite football teamâs success. They knew they would run into each other, it was bound to happen eventually. So, y/n and her best friend dressed in their favorite outfits and made their way to an Uber nearby.
âYou know, harry will probably be there..â y/nâs friend trailed off with no intentions of sparking a new flame after it was already partly burned out. âI know, Cass.â y/n groaned softly. âlook, all Iâm saying is if at any point you want to leave just say the word and weâll be gone.â her friend, Cassidy, reassured her with a comforting hand placed on her shoulder causing y/n to flash her a closed smile.
Within the first 10 minutes y/n lost Cassidy and was wandering around alone. She could feel the uninvited eyes of men undressing her mentally. When she turned into the kitchen, she locked eyes with him. He stood at the counter with a red solo cup in his hand and friends laughing. The bags under his eyes were prominent and his curls were disheveled and greasier than usual. His lips were down turned instead of his usual display of his pearly whites. Tears welled up and weâre threatening to spill over her waterline as she turned on her heel and made a B-line for the door.
âY/N! Wait!â He rushed behind her and shoved passed people he barely recognized as he didnât even spare them a second glance. Her face was set into a frown as she reached the porch and realized they took an Uber so she had no escape. âY/n please.â Harry pleaded when they came to a halt. âCan I just talk to you? Iâve been calling nonstop but you always decline the call.â
She had called an Uber as she marched out. She was facing away from him but could still feel his intense gaze. She didnât want him to see the broken pieces he caused. She didnât want his pity. â2 minutes. Thatâs it.â Her voice waivered and she was mentally cursing herself for showing any sign of weakness around him. He released a breath he didnât know he was holding yet every muscle in his body was tensed.
âI just want to start by saying Iâm sorry, y/n. I messed up. She said we would go somewhere private to talk about a business thing going on between our agents and management and when I tried to tell her to go somewhere else after seeing the paps she just grabbed my hand. I swea-â He babbled on trying to find the right words to say before y/n turned on her heel furiously.
âwhy didnât you just tell me it was business? you lied to me harry! You said you were going to the studio!â She exclaimed while throwing her hands up out of exasperation.
âI donât know,â he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, âI did go to the studio but she showed up and said we needed to talk about the business plan.â
âWhat about the other time? You said it happened twice.â she questioned with crossed arms.
âI-I did lie the first time. Told you I was going to the studio so you wouldnât worry or anything.â He stammered out while his hand reached up to nervously scratch the back of his neck.
âPlease, y/n. I know youâre upset and I know that Iâm an idiot. I honestly donât know why I lied, I promise, baby, it wonât happen again. Just please give me another chance. For Christâs sake, y/n, I love you.â He pleaded with sad eyes.
âYou shouldâve thought about that before you lied to me and humiliated me all over the tabloids.â She stated before walking to her arriving Uber and leaving behind a guilty and heartbroken harry and a ride-less Cassidy.
The second time was 3 weeks after the party. Theyâre both coincidentally at a bar in the center of town. Harry had shown y/n this bar on their 4th date so it held some sort of value to their broken relationship. Y/n was sitting at the bar stool, sipping mindlessly on a fruity margarita and relishing in the woozy feeling of her drunkenness.
Harry had spotted her from a mile away. He saw the cute skirt and white sweater she wore and the way she fiddled with the longer sleeves. He saw the way the guy next to her would offer her drinks and she would shift uncomfortably. He noticed how he got a tad too close for her liking and tried to slip an arm around her waist. What he didnât notice, was that his feet were carrying him directly towards the two of them.
âOi, got a problem here mate?â Harry questioned when his feet stopped directly behind the two. âNothing of your concern.â The unknown male grunted out in annoyance. Y/nâs eyes were trained on her drink as Harryâs voice rang through her head. He was part of the reason she was drowning her feelings with alcohol anyway.
âSeems to be my problem when I overheard this lovely lady tell you no but you continued to touch and talk to her.â Harry countered with a stern tone and arms crossed, displaying his broadened biceps and ink covered arms.
âWe were just having some fun, mate, right?â the guy questioned and turned to y/n who was lost in her own world. Her eyelids were hooded and her hand swirled her straw.
âSheâs plastered mate! Now leave.â Harry exclaimed loudly before the man abruptly stood and stammered away to god knows where.
âCome on, lovie, lets get you home.â Harry stated while grabbing her keys and helping her put her jacket on. Y/n was usually a fun drunk to be around and was normally full of giggles. Tonight was a different side that harry had never seen from her. Her lips were sealed shut and facing down as her eyes filled with tears threatening to fall.
âDonât want to go home alone, want to be important just for tonight.â She mumbled and Harryâs heart shattered in ten thousand pieces. He was guilty. He made her feel this way.
âNot gonna be alone, doll, Iâll be there. As far as Iâm concerned you are very important to me, you hear me?â He tried to reassure her while placing a soft hand on her shoulder. She simply nodded her head and Harry sighed a breath of relief.
On the way back to Harryâs flat, she didnât speak one word. She stared out the window at the passing cars and streetlights while Harry stole small glances at her broken stare. The radio played the sounds of her favorite playlist that usually danced to but now only pains her further.
âI hate love songs, theyâre always so happyâ She hiccuped from the passenger seat and it stung harry like a kick to a hornets nest. He remembered their first date when she stated a similar phrase in his car on the way back from a coffee shop, âI love love songs, theyâre always so happy!â She had smiled and sang along. But oh, how times had changed.
They were both silent the rest of the way to her apartment and harry hated himself for causing her so much pain. Y/n never drank, and when she did, it was usually something lite. Heâs only ever seen her this plastered a year after they met when it was their last year of uni and they were at a New Years party. She was the goofiest drunk he had ever seen, but now she canât even bring herself to smile.
Harry took her back to his house as he had no idea where she had been staying since she left 3 weeks prior. His heart felt as if it was centimeters from plunging out from the amount of guilt he felt.
He wanted her to be comfortable for tonight; for her to escape the reality of her heartbreak.. atleast until she woke up sober and hungover tomorrow. So, he led her clumsy body up to his bedroom and asked for her to lay in his bed as he made his makeshift bed out of extra blankets on the floor.
She hadnât spoken a word since the car ride back to Harryâs and to say he was worried and drowning in his own sorrowful thoughts was an understatement. Y/n was laying in his bed and although she was drunk, the sweet smell of Harryâs cologne made her even more intoxicated.
âIâll be right back, okay?â Harry said softly as he stood from the ground and tried to maintain eye contact, which was difficult since her eyes hadnât shifted from their photo still sitting on his dresser.
Harry quickly made his way down the stairs and into his kitchen to grab 2 water bottles, a bottle of ibuprofen, the fiber granola bars he knew y/n loved, and he knustled an extra pillow under his arm. He rushed his way back upstairs and found y/n in the same position as when he left, only she had shifted further back from the edge of the bed and towards the headboard.
âHere you go, drink some water and take a few bites of this.. itâs the pretzel and chocolate kind you like.â He whispered while sitting beside her with his hands outstretched with the granola bar and water bottle offered.
For the first time y/nâs eyes met his and he felt his heart plummet a little further in his chest. Her usual eyes were sparkly and he always stated how the world could be seen in them, they crinkled at the ends when she smiled or laughed, and it was definitely his favorite trait about her. But now, with all the damage that he had caused her, her eyes were dark and the sparkle was gone, and there were no crinkles as they were replaced by purplish bags that represented her restlessness.
âWhat did I do wrong?â Her broken voice whispered into the silence.
âWhat do you mean, doll?â Harry questioned as his own eyes studied her broken state.
âD-Did I do something? For you not to love me anymore?â She hiccuped, her intoxicated state showing through her words and her eyes.
Harry couldnât even look at her or his own eyes might start to tear up and he didnât want her to see him cry. He shifted to sit closer to her on the bed and sighed softly. âY/n, you didnât do anything wrong. You did all the right things and more and I was so stupid to lie to you, and I will forever hold that against myself. And, God, donât say I donât love you anymore because I do. I love you more than anything else on this world and if I could take back everything I would, y/n.â He poured while his thumbs twiddled and his eyes met hers again.
âI l-love you too..â She hiccuped before shifting to lay down his bed that she missed so much. She still hasnât grown used to sleeping on Cassidyâs lumpy old couch that made her back ache and left her restless; not like she could sleep with Harry clouding her thoughts anyway.
Her head lay upon his pillow and harry pulled the covers up to tuck her in before standing up and planting a quick kiss on her forehead. âI know you might not remember this tomorrow, but I just need to tell you that I love you and I miss you.â He whispered before flickering off the lamp and laying on his makeshift bed on the hard, cold floor.
âI love you too..â she whispered into the darkness before her breathing evened out and harry knew she was sleeping.
Needless to say, harry didnât sleep much that night. He listened to her soft breaths and stared at the ceiling while her words and empty eyes ran through his head.
When y/n began to stir awake the next morning, she swore her mind was playing games on her.. there was absolutely no way she was smelling Harryâs distinct scent. When one of her eyes finally peeled open her first instinct wasnât to rub her pounding head; it was to swallow the large lump in her throat as her eyes widened at Harryâs sleeping figure on the floor.
The only thing she remembered about last night was third wheeling with her friendsâwho were madly in loveâand ubering to a bar instead of Cassidyâs. Did she drunk call harry? How the hell did she get back to Harryâs house and into his bed?
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and tiptoed her way out the room before silently closing the door, not wanting to awake harry. Y/n made her way into the bathroom, she looked into the mirror and took in her physical state. Her hair was a mess and her mascara had rubbed underneath her eyes. She sighed and flicked the light switch before opening the door and bumping into Harryâs broad chest. A gasp left both of their lips as Harryâs hands reached out instinctively to steady her. When y/n was steady, she looked down and took in Harryâs broad hands touching her arms. She took a step back causing his hands to fall back to his sides and their eyes met.
âGood morning.â Harry stated nervously as a hand reached up to scratch at the back of his neck.
âH-how did I get here?â She questioned, trying to avoid contact at all cost and her arms wrapped around herself.
âWe were both at the same bar, uh- Davies bar thatâs downtown, some guy was being touchy and you clearly didnât like it so I intervened. I noticed you were way too drunk and I wanted you to get home safe but I didnât know where you were staying so I-I brought you here.â Harry explained as his hand still scratched his neck and he shifted on his feet.
A moment of silence passed as she wracked her brain to try to remember the slightest detail.
âYou didnât have to rescue me.â She whispered, this whole situation was making her head ache even worse.
âI know I didnât have to... but I wouldnât be able to live with myself if I didnât.â
The silence in the air was thick. The sound of the heater throwing warm air was the only sound that was heard through the hallway.
âwould you like some breakfast? I have some Advil if your head is hurting.â Harry offered after a few moments.
âI- uh I should probably go, Harry.â
âyea,yea, I understand.â He nodded his head and stared at the floor.
She shuffled passed him and back into his bedroom to put on her shoes. Harry watched from the door and his heart ached once again. He didnât want for her to get away again.
When she stood up to leave, Harry closed the door and leaned his broad back against the wood. She looked up at him with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
âCan we just talk? Please?â Harry sighed for what felt like the 50th time within the last 24 hours.
âI know you donât want to but please, Iâm begging you just give me a few minutesâ he pleaded desperately.
âJust a few minutes..â she agreed quietly while taking a seat on the edge of the unmade bed.
âI hurt you, y/n. Iâm so stupid and if I could go back I would tell you everything. Hell, I wouldnât have even layed eyes on her. Iâm an idiot and I hurt you and itâs all I think about anymore.â The raspiness in his voice still prominent as he had woken up only a few minutes ago.
âYou have no idea what youâve done to me, harryâ y/n whispered, truth be told she was tired. Tired of arguing and frankly she didnât care if she appeared weak or broken.
âI know. I would kick my own arse if I could. But I canât let you slip through my fingers again. I canât let you walk back out the door, y/n. I wouldnât be able to live with myself.â He spoke passionately while making his way over to the bed and sitting beside her.
A single tear dropped from her eye and slid down her cheek. Harry restrained from reaching his hand up and swiping it away with his thumb.
He always hated when his girl cried.
âGod, harry, I cant even sleep anymore. Iâm staying on Cassidyâs raggedy couch and my back hurts. And you donât love me anymore andââ she sobbed out before Harryâs hand gripped the side of her cheek.
âDonât ever say I donât love you. My entire heart is made up of love for you. I love you more than anything else on this earth.â He spoke sternly while wiping her fastly flowing tears.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into the crook of where his neck met his shoulder. His large hands rubbed gentle circles on her shaking back.
When her sobs ceased and were replaced by small sniffles, he pulled her body back and placed a soft peck on her wet cheek.
âGive me another chance, lovie. I canât live without you.â He whispered while his thumb caressed the side of her cheek.
a small nod of her head and a small âOkayâ fell from her lips.
âI love youâ he whispered into her ear.
âI love you too.â She stated before harry placed another kiss on her cheek and moved until their noses touched. His hot breath fanned against her cherry lips. He tilted his head down and their lips connected in a passionate kiss that theyâve both craved for a painful 6 weeks.
âIâve missed you so much. Iâm so sorryâ Harry sighed as he moved his head down to rest on her shoulder.
They were back to being drunk on love and their withdrawals from love had been ceased. Their hearts were finally whole again.
