These badges took time for me to find actually ones that are HQ enough to use, and even then some parts had to be edited/cleaned. I’m not claiming credit for them, but I ask that anyone who renders these or uses them for cursors, to please link back to this post and include my url. If not, then please go look for another source to render.
This is the Bow-Wow Chorus. They’re holding down the shoes now. But times will change. They’ll be getting said shoes from upstairs windows some of these mornings when lights are low and most of the city is sleeping. The pups, all pedigreed Airedales, were born in London, old deah.
i randomly got inspired to write this, and i’m pretty proud of how it turned out i hope you enjoy x
That’s the word everyone used to describe Harry and I’s relationship. And, to be honest, I agreed. Ever since we met, Harry and I just clicked, and we were always by each other’s side. We were inseparable after being friends for three weeks. And then a few years went by, and we had grown up together. And the feelings we had towards one another started showing, no matter how hard we tried to hold them in. Then, one night, Harry and I were walking around after having dinner with some friends, and rain started pouring down from the sky. Soaked, we got in Harry’s car and went back to his place. I showered and he gave me a change of clothes, him showering and changing after I had. We ate our leftovers and watched movies, not realizing how late it was because time had gotten away from us, as it did often when we hung out.
“Is it really almost four in the morning?” Harry looked at his phone screen in surprise.
My eyes got wide. “Holy shit, where did the time go?”
“I know, right?” He chuckled. “I swore it felt like it was maybe one or one thirty.”
I sighed, realizing I had my head on Harry’s shoulder, his arm around me. Had we been like this the entire time? I looked up at him and he was already looking at me, a smile on his face.
“What'cha smiling at?” I sing-songed.
He laughed. “You.”
I laughed lightly. “Why?”
He hesitated, then exhaled. “Would you think I was mad if I told you I was in love with you?”
I looked at him in shock, a smile appearing on my face. “No, because I’m in love with you too.”
He grinned, then leaned in and kissed me. Do you know what the only word that could describe that moment was? Perfect.
Two and a half years later, we were a few months away from celebrating our third anniversary, and Harry was acting strange. I didn’t know why, and it concerned me. Selena came over and I vented to her, crying and worrying that Harry was going to leave me or something. She consoled me, saying that Harry would never break my heart. That he loved me way too much to ever leave me. And after she left, Harry. came home. I was in our room, so I walked out to the living room, anxious to ask him why he wasn’t acting like himself. But when I got to the living room, I saw Harry crouched on the floor, his back to me.
“Hey, babe?” I said nervously.
He turned around, smiling as he held a golden retriever puppy with a bow on its light blue collar.
“Yes, love?” He grinned.
I gasped, walking over to him and petting the dog. “Harry, you did not,”
“Yes, I did,” He nodded. “You’ve always said you wanted a puppy, so I decided to get you one.”
I smiled, tearing up. “You’re the sweetest, you know that?”
“I like to think so,” He chuckled. “What do you want to name him?”
I thought for a moment. “Hm… how about Rain? But like, maybe with an e on the end?”
“Why Raine?” He asked.
“Because, if it didn’t rain that one night, I would’ve just went home instead of coming here. And you probably wouldn’t have told me how you felt about me until much later.” I explained. “I guess you could say we wouldn’t have gotten together so soon if it wasn’t for the rain.
He beamed. “Ah, I guess you’re right. Raine is the perfect name for this little guy.”
After that moment, things continued to be how they always were. Everyone swore that by the time our anniversary came that Harry would propose to me. And though I’d laugh it off, I wanted that more than anything. I wanted our perfect relationship to become a perfect marriage. And I thought Harry did too.
But, when we had but only a month and a half left until we’d celebrate being together for three years, Harry started acting weird again. Instead of acknowledging the uneasy feeling I had, I just chalked it up to everyone’s suspicions being true. That he was going to propose. One night, Niall and Harry suggested that Selena and I have a girls’ day, and we’d get dinner together that night. Though we were suspicious, we went along with it. Many times throughout the day, Selena swore that when we came home that Niall would have some kind of excuse for her and him to leave, and Harry would propose to me. And, again, I really hoped that was the case. Then, when we still had a couple hours until we’d be on our way back, Niall called Selena. He said that there was a change of plans, that Harry wasn’t feeling well and that he would be at home waiting for Selena. So we left fifteen minutes after the call, Selena going home to Niall and me going home to Harry. At least, that’s what I thought. I came home to an empty house, Raine greeting me when I came in. I pet him, then looked around the house to see if Harry was really gone, and if he had left a note. But he was no where to be found, and he didn’t leave a note. I called him many times, him ignoring every single one. I texted him, saying that it was so unlike him to be this way and we needed to talk as soon as possible. I checked every five minutes to see if he had read it, but he didn’t read it at all.
Harry didn’t come home that night.
The next morning, I woke up to tons of notifications. Before I could even go through them, Selena called me.
“Hello?” I answered.
“(Y/n), have you seen or heard anything?” Selena asked me.
“No?” I said, confused. “I literally just woke up.”
She sighed. “I guess I’ll be the bearer of bad news. There are pictures everywhere of Harry leaving The Nice Guy with Nikita.”
I felt like my heart had stopped. Harry wasn’t home last night because he was with his ex. And he didn’t come home, which meant he stayed with her. I almost got sick at the thought of what probably happened. Tears flowed from my eyes as I sobbed, the hardest I’d cried in the longest time.
“How did this happen?” I wept.
“I don’t know, babe,” Selena said sadly. “But I think the best thing for you to do is to just come stay with Niall and I for a while. You know, so you can get some space and think about things.”
I nodded, though I knew she couldn’t see me. “You’re right, I’ll pack some stuff and come over there.”
“Alright,” She sighed again. “Drive safe, love you.”
“Thanks, love you too.” I said quietly.
I got up, brushing my teeth and getting ready. I finished packing, and before I could get my things and go, I heard the front door open and close. Raine, who was laying on the bed next to my bags, ran to see who it was. I already knew who it was, and anger boiled within me. I walked out there, seeing a very tired and sad looking Harry. I crossed my arms, glaring at him.
He looked up at me, petting Raine. “What’s going on?”
“You know damn well what’s going on.” I said, growing more furious by the second. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
He stood there, realizing I knew what he had done. He didn’t speak.
I laughed sarcastically. “Of course you don’t. So, you go from promising dinner to our friends and I, to not coming home last night? What the hell is wrong with you?!”
He looked down, still not speaking, so I continued.
“Not only did you not come home, you went out with your ex and then went home with her! When you had your fucking girlfriend at home waiting for you! What kind of twisted fuck does that?!”
After an agonizing silence, he spoke up. “I’m so sorry, love. I–”
“Don’t,” I spat. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
He looked me in the eye for the first time during our conversation. “What are you saying?”
“Do you expect me to stay with you after what you did?” I scoffed. “Harry, everyone knows about what happened, it’s all over social media and it’s on tv. Everyone knows you’re a cheating prick. Why the hell should I stay with you?!”
He looked away again, shrugging. “I guess I don’t expect you to.”
It got quiet once again, and I decided to ask something I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to.
“Why’d you do it? Why would you do this to me? To us? We were perfect, Harry.”
He hesitated. “I-I don’t know, (y/n).”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t know? You cheated on me, throwing almost three years down the drain, and you don’t know why you did it?!”
He didn’t say anything.
“Wow,” I laughed sadly. “Well, Raine and I are leaving. We’ll talk when you figure out what your reason for fucking our relationship up is.”
It had been a week since I left Harry. Niall and Selena were nice enough to allow Raine and I to stay with them until I finalized everything with the real estate agent that was helping me find a new place. Of course, like everything else, the media was talking about it. How ‘award winning singer-songwriter (y/f/n) (y/l/n) left her boyfriend of three years and former One Direction member Harry Styles, and is getting her own place after he cheated on her’. The thing was, we didn’t even make it to three years. We were two months away, eight weeks from another anniversary. And just like that, it was ruined.
At first, I wondered if it was something I did. But then came to the realization that I had been the best girlfriend I could’ve possibly been to Harry. I gave him my all, my everything. I didn’t do anything to deserve what he did. So, that meant it was him. I wasn’t sure what, but he did what he did because of something that was going on with him. And that gave me a small bit of relief. My heart was still in a million different pieces, but it helped knowing I did absolutely nothing wrong.
Selena, Raine, and I sat in the living room, when the door opened and shut. Niall came into the room and he had Louis with him.
Niall sat next to Selena, and Louis next to him. Raine perked up when he saw them, his tail wagging. He was such a lovable dog, and it wasn’t as little as he used to be. When he sat, he came to a little above my knee, and it seemed like he grew more and more everyday. He got down from his spot next to me on the couch and sat between Louis and Niall, both of them petting him and grinning.
Niall sighed, his smiling falling. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, (y/n), but Harry’s a wreck. He refuses to do anything, and he just cries and cries…”
“Poor lad needs someone to all but force him to drink some water,” Louis snowballed, still petting Raine.
Selena chuckled. “He should be upset. Do you remember how she cried herself to sleep up until the night before last? How I had to make sure she drank and ate something. He should be devastated, he brought this on himself. And honestly, I don’t feel bad for him. And you feel the exact same way, right, (y/n)?”
I went to answer her, but I couldn’t. I should be glad Harry wasn’t happy right now. But I wasn’t. I felt guilty, though I knew that I shouldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to feel okay with this, and all I could think about is how I needed to go see him.
The next day, I showed up at the place that Harry and I shared just a week ago. I knocked on the door, then waited. Eventually it opened, a very surprised Harry appearing on the other side of it.
“W-What are you doing here,” He stammered, his voice raspy. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red, his cheeks tear stained. He looked like a mess.
“Can we talk?” I exhaled.
He hesitated, then opened the door, allowing me in.
We sat in the living room on separate couches. Silence filled the room, and I swore I’d probably be able to hear a pin drop.
After a while, Harry exhaled. “For a while, I’ve had this… feeling. And, I couldn’t quite place it at first. But eventually, I realized what it was. I realized… I didn’t deserve you. As much as I tried to just push it away, I couldn’t. And it got really bad, so I did something stupid. I tried to drink it away. I drank so much, and the next thing I knew I woke up next to Nikita. I swear to you, (y/n), it wasn’t my intention to hurt you. I never thought I’d ever hurt you.”
I exhaled, letting go of the breath I was holding in. “I felt like I didn’t deserve you, but I never went as far as drinking it away or cheating on you. Instead, I realized how blessed I was to call you mine, and I appreciated every single second I got with you.”
"And that’s exactly why I don’t deserve you.” Harry stared at his hands.
I scoffed. “Don’t you get it? All I’ve ever wanted was you! When I met you, I knew you’d be the man I would marry and have kids with. And now, even though we’re not together and that won’t happen, I still can’t see myself with anyone else.”
“You shouldn’t settle for me, (y/n).” He shook his head. “There’s someone much better for you out there.”
“That may be the case, but I’ll never love someone like I love you. I’ll love you forever.”
He got quiet. “I don’t know what to say…”
I scoffed again. “So you’re not going to fight for me?! You’re just going to let me go? …Pfft, you really must not love me as much as you say you do.”
“I do love you, (y/n).” He enunciated, seeing almost frustrated. “I love you with my whole damn heart… with every fiber of my being, that’s why i can’t let you try to get stuck with me. Move on, and find someone better, you deserve at least that. And I deserve the ability to say that I lost you when I swore to myself I’d never let that happen. I deserve to be humiliated, regretful, and remorseful.”
The room was silent once more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t say anything.
“Now, go.” He said gently. “Go, be happy and take care of Raine. I want to be able to go on social media or turn on the television and see you smiling and being happy like you used to be. Before I fucked everything up.”
I sighed. “I’ll always love you, Harry.”
He smiled. “And I, you, (y/n). Always.”
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