Boyfriend!Harry - Ever Since New York
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Warning: Angsty, Swearing, talking about heavy periods and blood, mean/grumpy Harry:(
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Touring with Harry really did have it's moments. One minute everything was your life's dream, and others it would just be a beautiful nightmare. This very rarely happened, but today, you were in the storm of that beautiful nightmare.
The two of you had been together since you were 15. You thought once he left for X-Factor, you'd just become a distant memory for him. But without fail, he came back to you every time. One Direction's first world tour, you were waiting back in the small town of Holmes Chapel. That was the toughest, it was new to you both, and you were convinced that when he travelled the world, he would find the new love of his life. He came straight back home to you. Before their second world tour, you and Harry had moved into a two bedroom apartment in London. You had a job in a local theatre, as a backstage manager. You didn't need a job, and Harry wanted you to stay safe at home, not wanting you to stress because he re-assured you every penny he had was yours too. And even though you appreciated that, you wanted to do your own little thing, besides, something had to get you through Harry being away for so long. Even though that tour was just as strenuous for your relationship as the first, he came straight back home to you.
Harry had managed to convince you to come to the next world tour, travelling with them (It didn't take much convincing at all to be fair!) and you never toured without him after that. Touring with One Direction was an incredible experience, and you really had made 4 other friends for life. Harry's solo tours, although very different, you felt more included than ever. You all were one very big family. You both went home together after every tour.
You understood that Harry had a stressful job, and while others may not agree, you knew it was stressful. The constant travelling, the late nights, the constant errands. Soundcheck, rehearsals, show, adrenaline, exhaustion, headache. That seemed the be how every performance was for you, and you weren't even the one of stage! But it was so worth it, and while you really did love seeing your man put his heart out for his fans every single night, you were starting to feel like he had nothing left for you.
You had woke up together in a beautiful hotel room, overlooking the arena and the city. He had covered you in kisses and held you every second he could. He was set to perform his first night in Maddison Square Garden for Love On Tour. New York was a city you'd always dreamed of visiting, and you craved going back every time.
You had gone out and spent the morning wandering around the city, Harry wasn't usually able to join you when you went exploring in the mornings because he would for sure get mobbed. And you had to take two security guards with you, as well as have your most basic features covered up. It was always better to be safe than sorry. Unfortunately, your tourist-y morning was cut short when you were having unbelievable stomach cramps.
Harry, the band and the crew had been in the arena since lunchtime and you weren't aiming to get back until 3pm, so when you came back three hours earlier than planned, something was wrong.
You rushed straight into Harrys dressing room and into the toilet while he was busy. "Fuck...how is this still happening?!" You whimper. You had bled through your jeans again, this was quite unusual for you, what was more unusual was that this had been going on for two weeks. You decided it was easier to just shower first and then find something else to wear. As you rinsed your body with your hair up in a bun, you couldn't help but whimper at the constant cramping of your uterus.
You had asked Harry to bring you a change of clothes to the arena for when you came back. As you wrapped a white towel around you (big mistake!), you went to the sofa and rummaged through his bags, frowning as you couldn't find one single item of your own clothing "Oh Harry" You whine and grab your phone, trying to call him, but it just rang and rang. You sigh and phone Jeff, praying he answers.
"Y/N? Everything ok? Everyone said they saw you come back early?" Jeff answers and you sigh in relief
"I-I'm fine...is Harry there?"
"Yeah he is, do you want me to send him to you?"
"Y-yes please" You were starting to shiver, being only wrapped in a towel. A few minutes later the door burst open and you jumped out your skin, you were sat on the sofa waiting and Harry usually always knocked before he came in.
"What do you want Y/N? I'm busy" He sighs, with a hint of annoyance. You couldn't help but be quite taken back by his sudden attitude, he was smiley and loving this morning before he left.
"Sorry I just...where's my clothes?" You frown softly.
"Dumped in the corner where you took them off" He shrugs and points.
"No Harry...the clean ones I asked you to bring..." You roll your eyes because he had forgotten.
"Well what's wrong with putting them back on..." He snaps, his voice sharp and stiff.
"I can't! I-"
"Y/N I don't have any fucking time for this! I'm busy, and I can't help it if you aren't getting the attention you want!" His words race in your mind. As much as you wanted to cry your eyes out, his words hit and made you snap back.
"What the fuck…I'm not an attention whore!" You laugh angrily
"Huh really? Fucking acting like it! Who else would call me here and just so happen to be naked under a towel!"
You felt like he had verbally slapped you in the face. "Just get changed and come and be sociable for fucking once" He spat as he left and slammed the door shut behind him.
In your years of being together, never had he been like this. As far as you were aware, there was no reason for it either. As soon as the door shut, you felt the tears spill from your eyes as you lay on the sofa, holding the towel tightly around you and whimpering softly.
You were freezing and after 10 minutes of calming yourself down, you get your phone, and dial the next person, who you was sure would be in a much nicer mood
"Hello?" A chirpy voice answered,
"Hey Sarah, it's Y/N...I'm sorry to phone...but do you have any spare pads or tampons on you?" You sniffle. "Yeah sure, there's a box full in the girls dressing room. Come and help yourself" She smiles through the phone.
"Actually I...erm do you think someone can bring them to Harry's dressing room" You mutter, slightly embarrassed, even though you had no reason to be.
"Oh sure of course, one minute...Mitch can you hold the baby for a minute please, I'll be back....Y/N I'll be two minutes" She smiles and hangs up.
You took your jeans and began to rinse the stained crotch area in the sink, scrubbing at it with your hand, and many many baby wipes to attempt to get the stain out. Within minutes, a gentle hand knocked on the door and you open it, relieved to see Sarah. You let her in with a sigh of relief "Thank you so much...I owe you" You smile appreciatively, although the sadness behind your eyes didn't go unnoticed.
You head back to the sink and keep scrubbing "Jesus Y/N what happened?!" Sarah looked shocked at you.
"O-oh nothing...I just-"
"Y/N...your towel is covered babe" She frowns
"Oh fuck...no...no not again!" You whimper, noticing the large red patch on the back, praying the tears wouldn't erupt this time.
"Let me go get Harry and find the spare clothes...Your jeans are ruined and-"
"No!....He didn't bring them and he doesn't care. Leave him out of this" You mutter. You felt guilt spread through your veins "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to...I just. He already screamed at me once...I'm not facing it again" You sniffle, you couldn't bring yourself to look at her.
"Sweetie...come and sit and talk to me" She offers and smile, taking the jeans from you, the stain had spread and smudged much larger. She sat you down and wrapped an arm around you while you explained the whole situation, the cramping and heavy periods for two weeks, your accident in the city, and every word that came out of Harry's mouth.
"...What an arrogant son of a bitch" She mutters and shakes her head. “I’m sorry he was like that to you babe...I don’t know what’s going on” She frowns and pulls you close to her chest. You sniffle softly and wipe your cheeks “It’s not your fault” You whisper.
“Right, let’s get you cleaned up, and you can borrow some of my clothes. Then you can come and chill with us okay?” She smiles and puts your jeans in the bin.
“Oh no its fine, they’re yours...”
“When you reach motherhood, you’ll always have two spare pairs of clothes because children love to vomit...I learnt that the hard way” She chuckles. “I’ll be two minutes” You nod and smile. Heading into the bathroom and cleaning yourself up as much as possible with fresh sanitary products and Sarah brings you a pair of her joggers and a new and clean TPWK Merch Hoodie. “Here”
“You’re an angel, thank you” You smile sadly and get changed in front of her, you were close with all the girls and changing in front of each other wasn’t anything ususual.
You headed to the whole bands area to chill, you had no idea where Harry was off to. You hadn’t seen him since he screamed at you. “Come and lay in here, and take these” Mitch smiles, handing you a bottle of water and some tablets. You thank him quietly and lay on one of the four sofas they had.
“You gonna have a cuddle with your god mummy...gonna cheer her up?” Sarah coos at her beautiful boy. You smile through the cramps and put your arms out to him “Hello gorgeous” you whisper to him and rest him against your chest, he was sucking on his dummy tiredly and you held him lovingly as you rested your eyes shut for a moment, not to sleep, just to relax.
You cradled your godson in your arms sweetly, as you sit up slightly and you hear Harry’s footsteps down the hallway, while everyone had conversations amongst themselves. “Where is she?!” Harry groaned from outside the door. “She’s with the band, and the baby is sleeping. Keep your voice down Harry and sort your attitude out” You hear Jeff warning quietly as the door opens. You could usually pin point some reason why Harry would be upset today, but you really had no clue.
“Y/N can we talk?” Harry mutters...maybe he felt guilty and wanted to apologise, you hoped. You nod softly “One sec” you whisper and get up, wincing softly and you gently lay the baby down in his travel cot.
You head into the hallway with Harry and wait for him to start talking.
“Well...?” He prompts, an eyebrow raised and tapping his foot against the floor.
“Well what?...” You mirror his raised brow.
“Unbelievable..I give you a chance to apologise for your behaviour earlier and you sit and be cocky. If I’d have known taking you on tours would turn you into a brat I’d never of let you come!” Harry raised his voice slightly. Oh...wow. not the conversation you thought you’d have.
“I beg your pardon?!..my behaviour?!...What the hell is wrong with you today! You was showering me with love all morning until we got here...What the hell has happened?!” Your voice was leveling his, anger and emotion rising through your body. You were sure the band could hear all this.
“I’m fed up of you moping around like you aren’t getting enough attention. You’ve changed the last two weeks...who is he Y/N?!” Harry shouts
You were angry and beyond confused. “Who is who?! What do you mean...Harry are you accusing me of cheating?” You ask in disbelief.
“Well it sure fucking seems that way! You’ve been off for two weeks and you seemed pretty eager to turn me down since then...” His face was red, and you couldn’t believe he actually thought you’d ever want anyone else.
“I haven’t been fucking cheating Harry!” You scream in his face as you felt the tears spike and fall at your cheeks “I’ve been bleeding heavy for two weeks and cramping so much and I’m scared because I don’t understand why! You would know that if you bothered listening to me! How dare you fucking you speak to me like that!”
You thought...well, hoped, that his anger may soften and he would realise how stupid
“So get a fucking doctors appointment. No need to be fucking dramatic. Fuck this” He mutters and storms off to his dressing room. You felt the tears fall quickly. That was the last straw. You’d never felt so distanced from Harry. He was always so gentle and caring. The most loving boy and man you had known. Maybe now his true colours were showing.
“How dare you Harry...don’t you ever...ever speak to me like that! It may well be the last thing you ever do!” You shout as you sob quietly and rush into the band’s room to get your things. “Y/N?” Sarah frowns softly.
“I-I need to go...” Was all you managed before you rushed off. MSG was like a maze backstage. You were panicking and you just wanted to be alone where no one could find you. You found a small dressing room completely away from the others. You take your phone and diall your friend in London, waiting 4 rings to hear an answer.
“H-Hi...I’m coming home. Can you get me from the airport? I’m booking the next flight I can” You whisper quietly, you hung up the phone as soon as you heard the word yes. You didn’t want to answer questions.
You had none of your luggage. It was all either on the tour bus or in the hotel with Harry. But luckily, you had your bag with you, which always had a charger, your purse, passport and some extra bits.
Hours passed, you managed somehow to sneak out the venue with no one noticing. It broke your heart to leave, but you had to. You caught a taxi straight to the airport without being seen either, and got on the plane asap. You texted your friend your flight number and turned your phone off as quickly as possible. You rested your eyes for a while, but your mind was racing with feelings, pain and confusion. You was never someone who would just get up and go all of a sudden, so this was very out of the ordinary.
Everyone knew you were very prepared and organised, so when everyone was piling themselves onto the tour bus after another amazing show, it wasn’t long before the concern grew.
“Where is she?! Have you checked in the arena?” Harry panicked. What the fuck had he done.
“we’ve looked everywhere in there Harry, but no one saw her leave” Jeff frowns, “I’ll call the hotel and see if she went back there” He sighs. The tension in the bus was so thick it could be cut with a knife. His mind was running a million miles an hour. “What if she went for a walk and got hurt o-or...or mugged or taken!” He panicked, his chest heavy at the thought. Regret and sadness filling his eyes.
“Sarah she must have told you...” Harry pleads. Sarah was in no way happy with how Harry had treated you, but she was still his friend, and she was just as concerned for your safety.
“I’m sorry H...If I knew it would be like this I’d of stopped her leaving the room...I just assumed she’d go to the bus. She can’t of gone far, her stuff is still here, but she took her phone” She rocks her baby gently.
‘Don’t you ever...ever speak to me like that! It may well be the last thing you ever do’. Your words ran circles in Harry’s head.
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Once you had landed, you waiting at the pickup area for your best friend, sunglasses and a hat were all you managed to grab to attempt a cover up.
She pulls up and looks at you with a sad smile “Hello stranger”
“...Hi Y/B/F/N...” You whisper, the moment she opened her arms, you fell into them...falling to pieces. “I-I think i-it’s...o-over” you choke through your sobs.
“Oh babe...” she frowns and holds you tightly, “lets get you home” she whispers and helps you in the car.
You turned on your phone as you headed home with a sigh. Your phone was blowing up with texts, missed calls and voicemails from Harry, Sarah, Mitch, and Jeff, as well as the other band members.
17 Unread Text Messages
49 Missed calls
6 Voice Mails
3 Message From Sarah:
Hey babe, I don’t know where you’ve gone but the shows about to start. Come and watch. Love you x
Y/N please tell us where you are. We aren’t leaving without you x
Harry’s really worried. We all are. Call us! x
5 Messages from Harry:
We need to talk.
We’re waiting to go. Hurry up.
Y/N! Why is your phone off? Stop playing games
I’m sorry baby. Please phone me. I’m scared x
I love you so much, please answer someone xx
3 Voice Mails. All from Harry.
10:42pm “Y/N What are you playing at? We’re waiting for you so we can go. I’m not having this argument just hurry up and get on the bloody bus.”
10:59pm: “Look...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you that way, and I had no right to speak to you like that. Can you just come back to the bus please. I need to know you’re safe. If you’re lost in the arena phone me, or whoever...I get I’m the last person you want to talk to right now but please...we’re worried....I love you” You could hear his voice beginning to crack at the end.
11:17pm “Baby please...please pick up. I’m so scared. Everyone’s looking everywhere and I...I’m terrified. I don’t want to lose you and god if anything has happened to you right now I will never forgive myself. Baby I’m begging you to come back. wherever you are. I’m not mad, please come back t’me” He begs through sobs.
You felt the guilt from leaving, causing a nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t think they’d be worried. In fact, you forgot you were all travelling on the busses tonight. You thought they’d be in the hotels again so you didn’t think they’d notice. Your thoughts were interrupted with the vibrations and a photo of you and Harry on your screen. As angry as you were at him, and broken you felt from his words, you hated the idea of worrying people.
You answer hesitantly, hearing Harry’s surprise as you answer “Y/N? A-are you there? Are you okay? Where are you...I’m coming to get you!” He sobs in relief, although he hadn’t even heard your voice yet.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes “...I’m home” you whisper, feeling the lump in your throat.
“W-what? You’re home? Y/N that’s not funny I...you can’t be that far. Are you at the airport? I’m coming to get you” He whimpers, his regret obvious in his voice. Everyone’s head snapped up at the mention of airport.
“I already landed Harry...” You whisper, almost silently.
“W-why...why would you leave? Please...please come back” He begs through tears.
“...Get a fucking doctors appointment I suppose” You mutter, there was so much you wanted to say. But it couldn’t come out. “I’m sorry for leaving. Should have said”
Your words were heavy to him. “I-I’m so sorry...I...” He was quite speechless. He knew you’d never leave his side if you could help it. So this was when he knew he royally fucked up. “I love you so much...please don’t leave me” He begs.
“I-I’m...I just need some rest. I can’t be getting in your way too much”
“Baby please, I never meant any of that? Are you home yet? How did you get back? Are you safe?”
“I’m fine H...” You sniffle “Y/B/F/N picked me up, we’ve just parked up home. We will speak in a day or so. Get to Florida safely. Let me know when you land there. I love you. Get some sleep” You let out a quiet sob and hang up.
You just wanted to sleep off this nightmare.
As you arrived home, you thanked your friend who offered to stay with you, but you really just wanted to be alone for a while to think, and you promised to text her when you woke.
You strolled inside after pressing in the codes for the key box and house alarms. You quickly changed your clothes and sniffle as you dive into the cold lonely bed. Everything was dark and quiet, as you closed your eyes to drift off.
You were woken by loud knocking on the door. You glance at the clock 11am...I guess you really needed the rest. You groan as you throw yourself out of bed, your cramps pinching sharply.
You sigh as you open the door tiredly, rubbing your eyes.
He didn’t fly to Florida...He came straight back home to you.
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