could you do one where Harry and Y/N are exes and they meet at a party and have break up sex in either the bathroom or a car and maybe base it on the song “love you goodbye”
It hadn’t been an easy couple of months. You hadn’t planned for you and Harry to break up but that’s exactly what had happened. It hadn’t been an ugly breakup; there was no anger or feelings of resentment. Your break up had been one of those things that neither of you wanted, but it had to be done. You weren’t making each other happy anymore. In fact, the longer you stayed together, the more miserable you became. Harry was a great guy and you loved him a whole lot, but sometimes love isn’t enough. You both had different lives and were heading in two very different directions. When you did actually have some time to spend together, you didn’t connect the way you used to. The spark that used to be there was gone and it irritated you. That, in turn, would irritate Harry and, more often than not, you both went to bed frustrated with each other.
Ending your relationship with Harry had not been an overnight decision. It was something that had been building for months and both of you knew it. There were a lot of reasons that breaking up was probably the best idea, but it was hard knowing that you both cared about each other so much. You didn’t want to end something that you were still holding out hope for fixing. But, after a while, you realized that it couldn’t be fixed. The love you had for each other was still there, but the rest of it just wasn’t working.
The worst conversation of your life came when you and Harry had sat down to finally figure everything out.
He had come home very late at night from recording in the studio and was surprised to see you still awake. You were sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and sipping on cup of tea. You looked up slowly when he came in the door and he watched you as he kicked off his boots and took his jacket off.
“You’re up late,” he said.
Harry stood for a few seconds, but ruffling a hand through his hair and letting out a sigh.
“M’tired,” he mumbled, “Think I’m gonna call it a night.”
You let him get about two steps before you stopped him.
You took in a big, stuttering breath.
“We need to talk.”