Diary- Harry Styles Imagine
You were tired. You were tired of him ignoring you. You were tired of him not talking to you. You were tired of not being able to sleep. You just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before the fight even started.
You sighed and rubbed your eyes before walking up the steps to your guys’ shared bedroom. You pouted when you saw the spot next to yours on the bed was empty. Well, not empty since your guys’ dog, minx, was there. But, to you, it was still empty.
After every fight, you knew Harry would go to his moms. He wouldn’t go to a bar. He wouldn’t go to Louis’ flat. Or any of the boys’ flat. His mom would always come over to talk to you after the fights, but today was different. She didn’t come at all. You were confused, but glad that you got time to yourself.
You stripped out of your clothes and threw on Harry’s Forrest green obsession sweater, leaving you with your underwear under it, stopping mid-thigh.
You turned off the lights and climbed into bed, cuddling with his pillow since he wasn’t here to cuddle with you.
But you couldn’t sleep. You can’t sleep without him by your side and it’s killing you. Little did you know, it was killing him to. He had a permanent frown on his face, snuggling closer to his mom, who was running her fingers through his hair.
Anne’s heart broke when she saw her baby boy sobbing on her couch when she got home from work. She dropped everything that was in her hands and wrapped her arms around Harry, rubbing his back while whispering to him that everything will be alright. Even she didn’t know what happened.