All this time
“Guys, just… Just stop, okay?” Out of frustration, you gently rub your temple and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Let’s call it a day. It’s almost eight pm and we’re all pretty tired.”
The small group agreed, sorting out the papers that were scattered across the meeting table. Once the room was tidy again, everyone grabbed their stuff, said their goodnights and headed home.
You sink back into your chair, looking around the empty room. Being the editor of a big magazine had always been your dream, so when you heard you would get a promotion you were ecstatic. You knew the job wasn’t easy, but you never guessed that it would be this hard. After another couple of minutes, you left the office the last rays of sunshine blinding you. Fishing your sunglasses out of your bag, you got in your car.
Walking towards the front steps of your apartment building, you saw a man nervously pacing back and forth on the grass next to the sidewalk. You were vaguely aware that the man stopped in his tracks when he saw you, but you sped up your pace and tried to get into the building unnoticed.
“Y/N?” You stop mid-step, almost certain you heard that incorrectly. It couldn’t be him, could it? Turning around slowly, the man was standing at the bottom of the stairs. His head was bowed down, face hiding behind his fedora.
“Yes?” Your voice was weak and you waited nervously on the man’s next move. He took his sunglasses off before he looked up at you. All too familiar green eyes stared into your wild ones.
“Oh, hell no!” You stormed up the last couple of steps, fumbling with the keys.
“No, wait! Please Y/N, wait.”
Dropping your keys, a string of profanities were barely audible under your breath. Long legs clad in black jeans sprinted up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. A large, sweaty hand gently touched your arm as you picked up the keys. Shaking it off angrily, you took a step back.
“Don’t you dare touch me.” You hiss. Fear and sorrow were visible in his eyes as he too took a step back. He inhaled deeply, trying to find the courage to speak again.
“Can I please talk to yeh, Y/N? Please?” He searched for your eyes, your sight set on the keys in your hand. Now it was your turn to take a deep breath.
“What on earth makes you think I want that?” Your voice was laced with anger. You look up, eyes meeting instantly. All you see in his were a mixture of pleading and sorrow. Giving in, you searched through your bag for the pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, you walk down the steps and take a seat on one of the lowest. “Don’t make me regret is.”
Harry walked down the steps as quickly as he could, standing in front of you on the sidewalk. “All I uh, all I can say is I’m sorry, really. I haven’t thought further than tha’ actually. I uh, I didn’t expect uh, yeh wanted to listen.” He paced back and forth as he was talking, exactly what he was doing before you came home.
Taking another drag of your cigarette, you stared straight ahead. Shaking your head, you let out a chuckle. “That’s all you have to say huh? After all these years, nothing else pops up in that mind of yours?” He takes a seat beside you, head hung low as he whispers another apology. You stand up, taking one last drag of your cigarette before you throw it away.
“Really Styles, really?!” Your voice rises and you take a deep breath to steady yourself. After all this time, everything comes flooding back. The anger, the hurt. You panic a little as you feel your eyes watering. Blinking hastily, you try to fight back the tears.
“You left Styles, even though you fucking promised me you wouldn’t.”
“I kno’ and I'm—”
“I’m not done yet.” You interrupt him, finally letting out everything you’ve been holding in for years. “You said that you needed a bit of time, trying to figure out what you wanted to do when the band went on hiatus. You promised to meet me now and then, you promised to stay in touch. You did that, for what, a whole fucking week?! I figured you wanted to be left alone, cut off from all social media and get some rest. Then December came around and I thought maybe, just maybe you want to spend the holidays together. Little did I know you were on a yacht with your family and Kendall fucking Jenner.”
Catching your breath, you bring your hands to your face. You hadn’t noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks, but you didn’t care anymore. He needed to know how much he hurt you, he needed to know what he did to you. You looked him straight in the eyes as you whispered the words you never thought you could.
“I loved you with all my heart, and you broke it. You broke me.” Harry rose and you felt his arms wrap around you. You tried to fight him off, but you couldn’t find the strength to do so. Instead, you clutched his shirt and sobbed. His hand gently moved up and down your back, trying to calm you a little. The other one was stroking your hair and you vaguely heard him whisper more apologies.
After a few moments, your phone started to ring. Taking a deep breath, you stepped back and checked the caller ID. “The funny thing is, I was never able to completely get over you.”
He looked puzzled, not understanding what you were talking about. As you answered the phone, you tried to fix your make-up. “No, no it’s fine. I’m downstairs. You can bring her here if she really wants to see me. Alright, see ya in a bit.”
“Everythin’ alright?” Harry questioned. But before you can answer him, the door to your apartment building swings open and a brown haired girl sprints down the steps.
“Hi sweetheart,” you say as you pick up your daughter and safely place her on your hip. The door opens again and your mother starts to talk. Her eyes wander towards the man beside you and she freezes. A whisper leaves her lips, “Harold?”
He shifts awkwardly beside you. “Mrs. Y/L/N.”
Your attention shifts to your daughter as she tugs your hair gently. “Who is he and why does he know nanna?” She whispers in your ear.
“This is Harry, an old friend. And Harry,” you pause, looking from your daughter back to Harry, “this is Darcy.”