Me and Harry hadnt been in the best space, we were constantly having tiny argumets the past couple weeks, i brushed it of as the rough part of the relationship that most couples go through at one point and ours must be now. We had moved in with one another about 4 months ago and it had be amazing in the start, cuddles at night, kisses when he left for the studio, taking turns on cooking dinner and breakfast for one another... But now that doesnt really happen, hes to tired when he comes home and just gets up and leaves in the mornings without saying goodbye or leaving a note. I feel bad for being angry at him cause he is working hard for the both of us, i offered to pay rent but he reffused and said he had it all handled but recently i applied for a job as an assinstant to put some money towards us and our future. I was yet to tell Harry for two reasons:
1. I was scared for his reaction and what he might feel about it, 2. I hardly got a chance to talk to him anymore because he was either at the studio or too tired, to what I understood.
I sat on the couch flicking throuh the programs on the tv trying to find something to watch and settled on watching the re-runs of game of thrones to pass the time. Dinner was already cooked, i had eaten mine but Harry's sat in the micowave waiting for him but most of the times they were not eaten but I always cooked for him just because of the spin of chance that he might eat it one time. A cover laid over me as I snuggled into the pillow next to me, wishing that it was Harry. The clock read 10:37 pm and there was still no Harry and even though I would normally be asleep by now but my eyes wouldnt stay close as i watched the tv. The turning of the keys in door broke my concertration from the tv and went towards the door and in came Harry, he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger before sitting on the bench to pull of his shoes then placing them on the rack. He looked towards me and his eyes widended with surprise. "Why are you still up?" I shrugged and looked back towards the tv, "Y/N?" he huffed as he didnt get an answer and walked towards the kitchen and i heard the fridge door open. This made me get up from my spot and walk towards the micowave and opneded it before sliding his pate towards him, still not saying anything and went back to the sofa.
It wasnt long until he came back to where I was watching tv and stood in front of it blocking my view, "whats wrong?" No response. "Y/N L/N?" nope. He went for the remote that sat on the coffe table and turned off the tv and looked back towards me, i couldnt give him a reaction, i had to show him how he made me feel when i tried talking to him and not no response. "Ok then, Im going to bed. Ill wait for you up there and for you to stop being like this and come talk to me," he spat out and marged up the stiars. His footsteps went towards the bedrrom and to my surpruse he didnt close the door, just left it open.
I should at least try and go to sleep, I laid down and pulled the blanket under my chin and faced away from the tv so I wasn't tempted to watch the tv anymore to distract me. The shower up stairs started running, so I hugged tempted to climb into our comfy bed, instead of the sofa what was cold. My eyes fell shut after awhile but I still couldn't fall asleep, the shower had been turned of awhile ago and the silent was wired. I was used to hearing the tv in the background, feeling Harry's arms wrapped around my waist and his soft breathing as he slept. It was hard to sleep without them things even though I hadn't had them things the past couple weeks, it all slowly stopped.
The echoing of footsteps got closer but I kept my back to it, not giving them any attention. I didn't want to give in... "Y/N..?" Keep quiet. I felt his warm hands left up my feet and he sat in the space my feet were before placing them over his lap. "I'm sorry love, I know you're mad at me, it's clear. I've realised why you probably don't want to talk to me because I haven't talked to you lately properly, I've been very distant to you love and you don't deserve that. You're an amazing person to be with and someone to love, I don't deserve you at all," it went silent and sniffling filled the silence.
"Im so sorry," he once again lifted up my feet and stood up. I felt his arm go under my side and the other under my head and felt him lift me up and I had to pretend to be asleep then. He started making his way up the stairs, making sure I didn't hit my head on anything. He pushed the door open with his foot and soon felt our comfy bed under me and the cover over me. His hand was on my cheek and I felt his lips on my forehead. "I love you babe," damn it I couldn't do this anymore. I lifted my arms and wrapped them round his neck and pulled him into me.
"I love you too Harry," I soon started crying. "But things have to change,"
"I know and they will, no matter what," he placed his head in the crock of my neck. "I've missed you,"
"I've missed you too," and for the first time in while I felt his arms go around me and could get a full night sleep.
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