Harry greeted from the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes looking discreetly at the clock that stated it’s 1 AM in the wee hours of morning.
“Told you not to wait up for me.”
He took his polo off that was slightly damp from his swear along with his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, feeling the extra fatigue come to his system once he felt fresh from having been tired in the studio and having a few drinks in the bar.
He went to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on your cheek, a downgrade of what used to be a long kiss on your lips or a hug in where he’d nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, completely inhaling your scent before pressing little kisses.
“How was your day?”
“’S good, finished some backing vocals. Had a few drinks with Nick and Kendall.”
Your stomach slightly felt queasy at the mention of her, but the feeling lifted for a second to realize that Harry’s your boyfriend, not her’s.
You weren’t blind to not see the older pictures of Harry and Kendall every time you scrolled down your feed of any social media account, nor the times Hardy made clear and evident that she was just a friend yet with him being a bit more talkative when she was there.
Yet deep inside you, you had the assurance that Harry loves you, yet not eaxactly as much as expressive as you are.
“You tired, baby?”
You asked, your hand going through his hair which made him release a sound of comfort, his head pressed upon your palm, humming out an answer you expected.
You immediately relaxed once you heard Harry’s voice the moment he accepted your call, the bass of the loud music as his background not going unnoticed.
“Where are you, love?”
“O — oh! I forgot to tell you this morning! It’s Kendall’s birthday today!”
The plan of spending a special night with Harry crumbled underneath your fingertips, making you take a deep breath to control yourself.
It was supposed to be a night to be spent completely between the both of you, especially now that you were promoted a rank higher in your job, something that you’ve hoped for ever since the start.
“What time are you going home, H?”
He hummed, the image of Harry probably looking at his watch striking in your mind, making you wait anxiously.
“Maybe a few minutes after midnight? And Y/N, baby, I told you not to wait up for me. ’S the reason why you’re always tired in the morning.”
“God forbid I get tired, Harry. Wish her a happy birthday for me, will you?”
“Will do, love,” he almost shouted since he couldn’t hear himself through the music, the sound of his name being called by probably one of his friends being heard by the both of you.
“Okay. I love y-…”
You were cut short with the line being completely dropped, upsetting you maybe a bit more than it should, making you turn your attention to the drink in front of you.
“Cheating. They call it emotional cheating.”
Harry’s eyebrows immediately furrowed from what you were saying, stopping himself from putting some clothes in his duffel bag that would last him for a day and in his toiletries, his attention completely turning towards you whose arms are crossed and standing in the doorway.
“Love, what the hell are you saying?”
He asked, nearing towards you and putting his hands on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face.
“Is this about your birthday tomorrow? Baby, I told you I would make up for it. You know I promised James I would come to his baby shower. Which happens to be in a yacht for a day.”
“I would be lying if I tell you that I didn’t notice how invested you are in Kendall. Every time you see her, the picture; the conversations.”
Harry breathed out since he noticed you lately of you changing your habits slightly, of how your eyes looked tired.
Yet beyond that, he didn’t seem to notice on how much you compromised. On how much you adjusted your life around him so you could be simply with him.
“Love, it just happens that James invited Kendall too. It isn’t my decision.”
You stared at your feet, feeling the hollowness in your heart for what felt alike in the past few months, your hands being put on top of his shoulders.
“You love me, right?”
It was obvious.
The moment Harry appeared on the door from the night after James’ baby shower, he already knew that you knew it.
And in fact, you already knew it, if it wasn’t for the people tagging you on posts numerously that your phone blew up with notifications, nor the text James sent saying that he’s sincerely sorry because if he knew, he wouldn’t invite either of them and even scold Harry.
He was looking at you expectingly, the tears already flowing out of his eyes as his heart dropped on the sight of you sitting silently on the couch, cussing himself silently of how much he messed up.
“Please say something.”
His voice cracked, pleading for you to say anything, whether it would favor him or not because at that moment, the silence was killing him slowly. He knew how well you could give a silent treatment and remembered a promise to himself long ago that he wouldn’t cross you again because he hates it.
He hates every single bit of it.
“That’s a nice birthday present.”
His heart tightened of what she just said, regretting the things he’ve done faster than when he did it, fully knowing that you can’t and you’re not looking into his eyes.
“I’m giving you a choice. So you wouldn’t think of me as being selfish.”
You stood up, looking down the floor until your feet was a good ruler away from his shoes, making it as a basis so that you wouldn’t get close to him.
“Five days. First choice is I stay here and not talk nor do anything that has to do with me interacting with you. Second is that I stay in a hotel and we could talk. On the phone, one call. Five minutes a day.”
“Love-…” Harry cut himself short, clenching and unclenching his fist at the weight of the moment he carries.
“It would kill me to not either see you nor talk to you.”
You wanted to fight him with what he said, but you took off the urge, your gaze still fixed on the floor.
Harry gulped, desperately wanting to fix what he caused in the first place.
He knew it. He knew it better than anyone should to not break your trust. Especially when you cussed at him while fighting. And yet again, he brought it upon himself. The both of you suffering.
Harry hiccuped out his answer amidst his tears, feeling the pain sear right through his seams that he felt shitty to say the least.
Would he use his five minutes now?
It was less than thirty minutes after you left the house on the same day he went home, bringing yourself and nothing else but your car, your keys, your phone and your cash.
You figured that you would buy clothes in the mini boutiques the hotel has once the air gets too suffocating in your room.
You figured that you would rely on the hotel’s complimentary incentives for the toilteries.
You figured that you would have a drink or two from the mini bar they consider that’s in their mini refigerator.
Harry thought of it for a moment if it would be a good time to use his five minutes. Even better is what’s he going to say.
Your commitment is hanging on by five phone calls he’s going to make, your judgement, and maybe includes his prayers for you to be back on his arms.