hs: one shots

9. Fallen out of love?

She had noticed that his mood had drastically changed over the last few months. She tried everything she could to make him happier and want to stay.

But his mood got worse as the days went on. He didn't mean for them to, but they did. He tried to stop them, but they overpowered him.

"Y/N?" He calls out as he rushes into the apartment.

He could hear her footsteps padding down the stairs. When she comes into view, she looks like she's glowing. She's glowing with happiness.

"Hey, baby." She runs into his arms and as he looks down at her he frowns. He knows that the next few minutes will change their relationship forever.

"Um. I need to talk to you."

She pulls back and already knows what's happening. She couldn't stop it and she couldn't cry.

He looks down at her. "Listen, Y/N..."

She rolls her eyes. "Just tell me, please."

He looks down. "l don't love you anymore, Y/N. I-I'm sorry." He whispers as he looks down and fiddles with his fingers.

She goes upstairs and retrieves the bag she always had packed just incase. When she goes back downstairs and he makes looks down at the bag and shakes his head. "How did you pack that fast?"She shrugs. "I've always had one packed."

He furrows his eyebrows. "You were going to leave

She closes her eyes. "No, no. I just-I knew something was going on, so I packed one." She gestures to the bag that's held loosely in her hand.

He took her arms in his hands and moved his thumbs gently . "Why didn't-I mean why didn't you leave?"

She looks around to keep her tears from flowing down her cheeks. "l tried everything to make you stay...but it didn't work, and I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize baby-

"Don't. Please don't say that." She pleads, her voice timid and small.

He frowns. "Y/N..."

She shakes her head and starts walking towards the door. "Have you...have you been seeing someone?"

"Love, I-l-

"Harry, it's okay."

"Okay? How the fuck can you say that?" He comes closer to her than what she wanted him to.

"l got something for you-but, um...if you don't want it anymore that's okay." She fiddles with her fingers. The guilt eats him away even more. She cares for him and that's obvious. He knows that after all of this time he could have been loving on her and spending every fucking second he could with her.

He pouts at her. "Baby, is that what you've been working so hard for?"

She nods slightly and his heart tightens in his chest. "You've been working your ass off, when I told you not to. Why?" He asks her calmly.

"l thought the problem was that you were stressed, so I-I tried to get you a vacation, just us two. So if-if you want to take her or your mom you can." She gives him the fakest smile he's ever seen and it makes him want to throw up.

"l only want to take you love, please. Let me. You've worked so hard."

She shrugs. "Not really, it was just a couple of hours a week."

He throws his hands up and takes her face in his hands. "Baby, you've got up at 5 in the morning and then come back at 7. Love, that's-that's way more than a couple of hours."