Miss It. (Angsty Harry Styles Blurb)
a/n: Here it is! This is my first ever angst piece, so please be nice haha! But, I hope you enjoy the outcome as much I enjoyed the writing. All the love as always, L. xx
- in which Harry feels like Y/N doesn’t love him anymore.
Harry was so tired. Emotionally drained, one might say. His brain had become too torn on what to think, and his eyes dry from crying. He felt like he couldn’t find peace, even though deep down something was keeping him awake, every single night.
“You know what, Y/N? I miss it.”