Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: a relationship with a deadline, a second chance, and a dog named Noodle.
word count: 1.8k
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"You promised," Harry murmured. "I know," you laughed dryly, turning away from him as a tear slipped down your cheek. You sniffled, running a hand over your face. "I know," you repeated quietly. "I'm sorry."
He sighed, putting his hands on your shoulders and kissing your cheek softly from behind you. "You promised you wouldn't cry," he mumbled, and you could hear him holding back tears as well. "So did you," you told him, nudging him gently.
"I have to go," he said after a second, as if daring you to tell him not to.
You wanted to.
You wanted to tell him to stay, that your deal you'd worked out three months ago wasn't valid anymore, that everything was different now. You'd had no idea how much you'd fall for him in just a few months.
But you didn't.
Instead, you whispered, "I know."
He still didn't move. "I'm gonna miss the car."
You cleared your throat, nodding your head slightly. "I know," you repeated, turning around and then almost shivering without the warmth of his hands on your shoulders. "You should -" Your voice broke, and you had to look away from him. "You should go," you said.
He spun a ring around his finger, but didn't move. "I'd stay if I could," he told you, and you heaved a breath, looking down at the floor. "I know," you said, again. He frowned, biting his lip. He shifted forward, like he was going to touch you, but then pulled back.
Your heart broke, again, and he said, "I've just... I don't think long distance would work for me." You nodded, still unable to meet his gaze, and he rambled on. "Especially with... Just with tour, it's difficult, you know?"
You nodded.
"It's better to... to have a clean break..." His voice had dropped to a whisper, and you could hear him begging, begging you to read between the lines, to tell him to stay. "I know," you mumbled, staring at the floor.
A beat of silence, and you felt his eyes on you, and you knew you'd crack, tell him to stay, if you looked up. "I'll write," he finally said, and you squeezed your eyes shut, because tears were brimming again. "We can still be friends, petal, and we can write, and -"
"Don't," you interrupted, looking up. His face fell. "Clean break," you said, repeating his words from seconds before, the words you'd agreed on three months ago, the words that had echoed around your head for weeks after you realized this was a lot more than just a little crush.
