It was later than usual when Harry came home from the studio but you still waited up for him anyway. (Mostly because you and Harry haven’t ate dinner together in quite some time.) You heard the tires scrape along the gravel towards the driveway followed by the car door slamming, maybe a little too harsh for your liking making you flinch. Seconds later the front door of your shared home opened revealing a very tired Harry. You set aside the book you were reading and came forward to greet him.
“Hi love, how was your day?” You asked knowing that he left early in the morning before you were awake.
He sighed as he carefully removed his rings from his fingers and placed them on the table nearest to the two of you.
“It was alrigh’.” He replied curtly. You frowned, expecting to hear more but quickly brushed it off.
You followed him to your bedroom, confused why he didn’t bother having a taste of the food you made. “You’re going to bed already? I just thought that we could eat together since we haven-“
“Can yeh stop bein’ so damn clingy all the time?” He groaned clearly annoyed. You were taken a back, not seeing this side of Harry often.
“What?”
“Look Y/N, I’ve been out all day and I jus’ really want to res’ so please, jus’... we’ll eat together tomorrow okay? I promise’’ He said already pulling the covers over himself.
“Okay” You whispered, although you knew it was too quiet for him to even hear.
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That was a week ago.
The promise he made? Long gone.
Ever since that day, Harry has been growing more and more distant towards you. You didn’t do anything particularly wrong for him to have this strange behaviour and thought that is as just the stress from making the second album. Before the events that happened a week ago, Harry was always a loving boyfriend and would always come home with great stories no matter what happened back at the studio. So for him to suddenly behave this way towards you were shocking and out of nowhere. You felt as if your relationship was going downhill but kept brushing the idea off since you never liked to think so negatively.
It was a Friday night and Harry was out in the studio, the lights around you dim with a candle burning nearby giving your home a vanilla scent. You were reading a book, as always, and sat on the sofa with the television across from you with a random show playing to cut the deathly silence around you. However you were use to this. You knew the consequences when it came to dating someone with name of Harry Styles but you never knew it would lead to this.
A few hours later, Harry came home with little to no acknowledge towards you. The feeling of déjà vu came to you when you set your book down and followed Harry towards your bedroom.
When you walked in you saw Harry sitting on the bed already to lay down for the rest of the night. “Harry, can we talk?” you asked sitting down next to him on the bed. You felt uneasy as this is probably the closest you have been next to each other in a while.
“Bout’ what?” and that’s when you finally look up to see him. The green eyes that made you fall in love with him that use to be fill with hope and happiness was now filled with something more bitter.
“Well, um, lately Harry I’ve been noticing you’ve been more distant with me I don’t know if it’s something I did, or something I said but, at this point Harry, I feel like you don’t even love me anymore” You confessed, mumbling the last bit.
“Are you serious Y/N? Where’d yeh get tha’ reason from huh?” He stood up clearly annoyed that you brought it up.
“Well Harry, if you haven’t noticed, you’re coming home later than usual, you hardly acknowledge me, and god Harry you haven’t touch me in weeks Harry, weeks!” you say raising my voice a bit higher, now standing up.
Harry looked mad.
His eyes darker and not leaving your own and, face red and fists clenching and unclenching.
“When was the last time you said you loved me huh Harry? When was the last time you kissed me, held me?” you sob feeling your tears pool in your eyes.
Never have you thought that you would experience this with your own lover. Never in a million years have you ever thought that you and harry would get into such a fight that would cause tears of your own.
“Love – I... please – “
“No Harry! Tell me, do you still love me?” you sobbed.
By now Harry had his own tears rolling down his face. Harry tried to save himself and this relationship by pulling you in his hugs – the hugs he would use after every argument you two would have, but no, not today. you shake your head while putting a hand out clearly saying that you were waiting for his answer.
“No Harry! If you’re not willing to answer the question, you can leave if that’s what you really want. I’m sorry I wasn’t worth enough to stay in a relationship with.”
And as selfish as it sounds, you were waiting for a miracle to happen and for him to say that he still loves you and Harry and you can go back to being the couple that we were before but harry simply ran his hand through his hair, looked at you one last time and left you in your shared – now maybe only your bedroom with a broken heart and tears.
“Okay.” Harry breathes before leaving the house, he didn’t think that Y/N would hear but her ears said otherwise.
A/N wow i love making myself cry + request a part two if wanted !!
in which Harry and Y/N find their way back (part2)
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You could’ve at least let him explain why he’s been acting like the he’s been.
Maybe it really was just the stress.
All these thoughts swirled in your mind just won’t stop. Every day you would stare at you phone contemplating whether or not you would send the message. For two months this was your routine. You didn’t known why you were a bit uneasy with the thought of seeing him again.
Maybe it was the doubt you had for yourself that when you ask to work things out he would simply say no. Or maybe it was the fact the he could’ve moved on and have a loving relationship already.
The night he left you, you went back to bed still holding the idea of the miracle that you so wanted. You wanted to wake like old times with him having his arms wrapped around you with the blinds already open because he knew how much you loved waking up to natural daylight so it became a routine for him to wake up at least five minutes before you would just to do so.
But that miracle you wanted never happened.
You made it your goal to get rid of everything that reminded you of Harry; varied from old cards he would give you or even candles that had the scent that he loved. You always avoided certain channels on television because even his name could bring you to tears.
To say things in a shorter matter, you regretted everything.
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As for Harry, he didn’t feel any different. Harry had the same desires as you did but never allowed anyone to know about this.
He had felt so guilty doing those things that made you cry that night. Harry didn’t mean to come off distant towards you but you he couldn’t blame you thinking that. He had that ‘not wanting anyone near me’ radiate off of him the whole week. Although he had some faults, he couldn’t help to think that if he didn’t walk out on you, if he had just explained to you about the stress of his job consuming him, he couldn’t help but to think that you and Harry’s relationship would still be strong.
Harry wanted to see you. Oh so badly wanted to see you
He hasn’t seen your face in such a long time, touched you, kissed you, reminded you his love for you in such a long time.
So when you were out running errands and saw that all too familiar head with brown hair, you didn’t know what to do.
You could’ve came up to him and tapped on his shoulder but you did the quite opposite actually. You grabbed what you had wanted and turned your heal and fast walked to the other aisle. However, things didn’t go too smoothly as planned.
“Y/N,” Harry breathed.
He couldn’t believe that you were there. The person that he fell in love with and the person that would never leave his mind the person he should’ve never left, was finally in front of him. He couldn’t tell if this was just one of his dreams but it couldn’t, he thought. It was too real.
You turned around thinking that same thing. It was too good to be true.
“H – harry,”
It was as if Harry was glued to his spot in the store. You took his breath away. Harry thought you looked even more beautiful than ever. Your hair was down instead of its usual ponytail. Harry always liked your hair down even though you looked as great in both.
“Harry what are you–“
“I’m sorry!” He stutters, interrupting you before you could even finish you sentence.
“I know you probably don’t want to talk to me but please, hear me out. I swear it was just the stress, nothing else! I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry for not showing you how much I honestly love you and I swear I will nev–“
He stops explaining when he feels your hand on his cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone. You can literally feel your hearts intertwine together. You watch as his body seems to relax under your touch
“Slow down, Harry” You whisper, both your eyes not staring at one another’s eyes. “Let’s talk somewhere else, yeah?” You say not breaking the eye contact.
Harry doesn’t hesitate to shake his head in agreement. He follows you to pay for the stuff you had in hand and waits patiently for you to be done.
When you were done, you suggest the cafe across the street and once again, he nods his head.
When the both of you get there, you are automatically welcomed by an employee whom you smile at. The cafe was small and had a homey feel to it. There were limited amount of booths but still managed to find one near a window. You both sit down – one across from another.
A waitress comes get your order and quickly asking for muffin with Harry asking for the same thing.
“I’m sorry,” You finally say.
Harry snaps his head up to the sound of your voice. He loves that sound so much, and it reminds him again that you’re here. You’re really here in front of him. He thought that when he walked out of you house, he thought that he will never be able to hear that sound ever again.
“Wha’ are y’apologizing for?” He asks, brows furrowed, not knowing why you’re the one who’s apologizing.”Should be me apologizing, love.”
The nickname he gave you made your heart flutter and you couldn’t help but blush at the nickname knowing that it has been so long since he’s called you that.
“That night, that night Y/N, you have no idea how much I regret walking out without explaining myself. Biggest regret of my life.” He said fiddling with his rings, not sure how you’re going to reply.
“As cheesy as it sounds, I can’t live without you Harry, no matter how much you hurt me, I just can’t Harry,” You sigh, quickly saying a ‘thank you’ to the waitress when she carefully placed the two muffins down.
“And y’don’t have t’worry bout’ that anymore, because Y/N, if y’give me one more chance, y’don’t have t’worry bout’ gettin’ hurt no more.” He says grabbing your hand in his. The coldness of the rings on his fingers coming in contact with you warm hands.
“So please, give me one more chance, will you?” he says looking at your every move. You look up at him and look at the eyes that made you fall for him all over again.
