hs: one shots

10. He cheats (part 2)

Harry lays in bed, staring at the ceiling. It's been a week. One fucking lonesome week without her. He looks at the other side of the bed where Y/N was supposed to be. Tears spring back to his eyes for the millionth time. He feels pathetic, he shouldn't feel this way, he shouldn't be crying. He knew what was going to happen and he should have prepared himself for it more than he should have.

He looks at his phone that is currently laying on his stomach and he contemplates on whether or not he should call her. Would she answer? What if she's not okay? What if she needs his help? With his breathing becoming unsteady, he quickly dials her number and sits up at the edge of the bed. His elbows resting on his knees, his arms propped up under his chin.

He puts the phone to his ear and waits. Waits for that beautiful voice he would never get tired of hearing. Hell, that might've been the last time he would ever see or hear her. That screws with his mind. It scares him.

The number you are trying to reach is not available pl-

Harry pulls the phone from his ear and clicks the end button. Fuck. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know where she was. What she was doing. Who she was with. He was always with her and being without her doesn't feel right.

He doesn't know what to do when he sees her in his dreams. He wants to sleep forever. Never wake up. He would be okay if that's how it was from now on.

He doesn't bother to eat. He doesn't bother to sleep.

He doesn't bother to take a shower or brush his teeth. He doesn't bother to buy groceries. He doesn't bother to change his clothes. He never did those things because he knew that he would rather do them with her, and if he didn't have her..what was the point?

He knew he had done this and he didn't know how to fix it. He didn't know how to get his princess back. She was the most precious, beautiful girl, nobody could change that. Time couldn't change that.

He would have nightmares. Worse than the one that he was currently living when he opened his eyes.

"No, stop." He thrashes his head around in hopes that it would just shake them off.

"Please! She didn't do anything!"

He always woke up in sweat. His own sweat. He would have visions of blood. His blood? Somebody else's blood? He didn't know and he somehow was fine with that.

He always woke up to try and find her. Maybe she wasn't in bed with him, but that doesn't mean she isn't somewhere else in the house. He checks his phone, every second. Every second he can. Just to make sure she didn't call or text him back. He felt like she didn't need him anymore. Maybe that was the case but he always told himself that she would always want him.

He finally calls one of the boys. He went to Liam first because Liam was always good with these types of situations.

"Hello?" Liam asks, tiredly.

"Liam! Liam, I-I need your help, please." He stutters.

Liam sighs and squeezes his eyes shut. "What is it now, Harry? What did you do now?"

Harry bit at his bottom lip. "l cheated on Y/N."

Liam didn't believe him. He knew that Harry and her had the most amazing relationship. "That's not funny, Harry." Liam shakes his head.

"Liam. Please. I'm not kidding. You have to help me."

Liam's eyes almost bulge out of his own head. "Harry what the-? How could you?" He finally sputters out.

"l don't know Li. I love her and it was just a stupid mistake. I need her, Liam."

"Where is Y/N?" Liam mumbles, almost afraid of the answer.