Harry: Going to be late in tonight again. See you when I’m home. Eating dinner at studio .x
This was the second time he had forgotten about your romantic meal. You had been cooking his favourite curry all day and you had spent the last half hour lighting candles around the dining room and setting the table. You had both been together for 2 years now and you had moved in together but right now you felt like it was coming to an end because he had been so distant.
You ignored his text and went to blow all of the candles out. He’d probably go back to one of the guys house. He was at the studio today so no doubt he’s gotten caught up in something they’re doing.
Harry: I can’t find my keys, did I leave them on the counter? Can you leave the door open? X
You looked at your phone and scoffed. You looked at the dish of keys and noticed his sitting there. You were tempted to lock the door but you decided against it.
You: Your keys are here.
You served yourself up some curry in a bowl and took it to the sofa to eat. You had finished, cleared up, put everything in the dishwasher, served Harry a plate and watched a movie when Harry came through the door.
“Baby? I’m home,” you ignored him and snuggled deeper into the blanket that was covering you. “Hey, what are you doing?” You ignored him again, you couldn’t really be doing with any of his excuses right now. “What did I do? Why am I receiving the silent treatment?” He asked but you ignored him again. You looked up at him, pain and confusion in his eyes.
“Your Tikka Masala is in the fridge,” was all you said.
“Why did you order me dinner? I told you I was eating at the studio,” he said and you looked up to the ceiling trying to stop your tears. You were mad that he forgot. You were beyond mad. Especially because this was the second time.
“I didn’t fucking order you dinner. I slaved over a stove all day cooking it! And then I got dressed up because I thought you’d be home. Because you promised. You fucking promised me! But you blew me off again. I had this nice romantic meal planned and you forgot again. Do you know how shitty that makes me feel? Fuck you, Harry!” You screamed and walked into the kitchen taking his curry out of the fridge to put it in the bin.
“Don’t put all of the blame on me! I’ve been busy with work. The guys needed me!” He shouted. You had took the lid off of the curry and was lifting it up to put it in the bin when he said that and you threw it back on the counter, the curry splattering in all directions.
“Liam was home by 6 o'clock, Styles. Oh wait…so was Louis, Niall and Zayn. It was only you working late so don’t fucking pull that card. If you don’t want to spend time with me just fucking tell me!” You screamed.
His face turned red with anger.
“Maybe you should just fucking leave then! Oh wait, you have no where to fucking go!” He shouted back.
“Low blow! You’re a fucking dick. I have plenty of places to go, and everyone of them I’d rather be right now,” you screamed back.
“Well, go then! Does it look like I care?” He said walking out of the kitchen. You followed him.
“Maybe we should just finish this whole thing then. Thanks for an amazing two years, Harry,” you whispered. He didn’t say anything. Just continued to walk to wherever he was going, he went upstairs and you grabbed your bag, keys and went out to your car, racing it down the driveway before he got the chance to come after you.
The regret swirling through his body was on an all time high. He wasn’t working tonight. He was trying to organize the details of what he would do to ask you. To ask you to marry him. He has been worried and stressed over the last couple of weeks and he knew forgetting about two dates was shitty of him to do.
And he knew that he may have broken you by using the ‘no where to go’ card. He knew it was something you were terrified of. Him leaving you and you having no where to go. He always assured you that his home was yours, but he technically just kicked you out and he felt like shit. He jogged downstairs, grabbed his keys, locked the house door and went looking for you. He had to apologize.
You strolled along the quiet lanes in the depths of your favourite small park. You had been going strolls here at night for as long as you can remember, so you weren’t scared.
“Y/N? Is that you?” A voice said and you noticed it instantly.
“Hey Rick, how are you?” You asked the homeless man that you had become friendly with, over the years of coming here.
“I’m good. Haven’t seen you here in a while? What’s wrong little one?” He asked, concerned. Your phone rang and you pulled it out of your pocket. The seventh call from Harry and third from Sophia.
I’m fine x
You sent Sophia but nothing to Harry. You just needed time to think about everything right now.
“And then he used the whole 'you have no where to go’ thing on me. And he knows that’s one of my fears,” you whispered into the night and Rick placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Hey little one, that boy loves you with everything he’s got. And he’s the love of your life. I understand he’s screwed up, but when he comes looking for you, you both need to be calm and talk it out. Because none of this is going to get better if you both just keep shouting at each other,” he said. You nodded when your phone buzzed with a text from Sophia.
Can you come to Liam’s? Harry’s here and he’s distraught. He’s crying and blaming himself, not talking to any of us. Just muttering to himself 'it’s all my fault’ xx
You thought about it, and then realized that he must have been looking for you. You knew how upset he could get when he started to blame himself. The time Gemma and he fell out he locked himself in the bathroom and when he came out, his eyes were swollen and he had been scratching his arms so much skin had broken.
Coming now x
You gave Rick a quick hug and he smiled. “Go get him back little one,” he said excitedly. You nodded and ran through the park to get to your car. You sped along the highway to get to Liam’s in Primrose Hill and when you entered the gated community, you stopped the car a few houses away from his. Should you be doing this? Did he deserve it?
Fuck, he probably didn’t but you couldn’t let him go. He was your everything. You moved along to Liam’s gated house, pressing the call button when you were buzzed in immediately. You drove around and brought your car to a stop beside Harry’s and ran to the door where Sophia was already waiting for you.
“Is he ok? Where is he?” You asked and her face fell.
“He’s a mess. He’s locked himself in the bathroom but look at you, are you ok?”
“Fuck, forget about me! What bathroom?” You asked and she pointed to the one that was next to the living room. You walked over and tried the doorknob first. Locked. “Harry? Harry, can you come out please?” You heard shuffling behind the door.
“Y/N? Is that you?” He asked weakly.
“Yes, it’s me. Can you come out of the bathroom and come to me please?” You asked and the door unlocked. It was opened to find Harry with a pale face, red eyes and a few scratches on his arms that weren’t nearly as bad as when he had fought with Gemma.
He walked over to you instantly and threw his arms around you. You kept yours by your side and he pulled away.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you nodded and took your keys out of your pocket.
“Thanks for texting me Soph. We’ll come back for his car tomorrow. I’ll drive us back to his house,” she nodded and you took Harry’s hand leading him to your car.
“Can we talk about this? And the house is yours too, Y/N,” He whispered and you thought about it.
“Let’s talk tomorrow. I think right now we both just need some sleep, and to calm down,” you said and he sunk into the seat. When you arrived at his house, you looked over at him and he was sleeping. You knew you had no chance of moving him so you woke him up.
“Harry, we’re here,” his eyes opened and he nodded. He got out of the car but you stayed put. You didn’t know if you should go in or go back to Sophia’s. Or Niall’s he lived 5 minutes away.
“Are you coming in?” He asked and you felt a wave of tiredness flash over you. You nodded and got out of the car, locking it and walking behind Harry. Harry made his way into the kitchen, and you made your way upstairs. Everything between you both was incredible this morning. After a morning of making love, he made you breakfast in bed and then went to the studio. How can everything change so quickly?
You walked into your closet and changed into a pair of pyjamas noticing the drawer of Harry’s t-shirts that seemed to be winking at you, but you resisted.
You walked back downstairs and sat on the sofa while Harry was in the kitchen. You weren’t sure what he was doing but you cuddled yourself in your blanket. Harry made himself known carrying two cups of tea in his hands. He set one down on the table in front of you and you thanked him.
“Please can we talk,” he asked and you shrugged telling him to go ahead. “I’m sorry. I blew up because I was angry. Yes all of the boys were home early. I’m working on something special, something for you. And I don’t want to make you feel like I don’t love you, because that’s far from the truth. You mean more to me than anyone. I hurt you with my words, and I feel like shit because I always promised you I would never hurt you. But I need to live with that. All I’m asking is that you forgive me. Please. I need you in my life and I promise, we can have as many dinners as you like, every night for the rest of our lives, because I don’t want to be the man who forgets dates, I want to be the man who surprises you with them and let you know how loved you are. Please, I’m so sorry. And as for the no where to go thing, you’ll always have this house. And me. Because for as long as I live, I’ll be in love with you, and if you ever left, I’d be begging you to come back,” he whispered. It made you smile lightly.
“I’m sorry too. I guess I didn’t think about how stressed you must me with work, and I didn’t let you explain why you were late but now that you’ve explained it all, I’m happy. I thought you were cheating on me,” you whispered. He went to open his mouth to speak but you bet him to it. “Which is stupid I know, because you’d never cheat. But in the moment, it all seemed so shady. I love you, Harry,” you smiled and he repeated those three words that made you happier than anyone in the world.
“Let’s go to bed. I think we both need sleep,” he whispered and you nodded.
It had been your first big fight, but you had both gotten to the bottom of it in a few hours. And you believed that showed how much you loved each other.