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: Y/N ending things with harry because she can't handle his lifestyle/distance anymore
word count: 1.1k
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"I don't think I can do this anymore." She spoke softly, eyes glued to the wall across the room and fingers fiddling with the engagement ring on her left hand. She felt the couch shift next to her, yet she stayed still.
"Please don't say that." Harry's voice was hoarse and quiet as he begged. He stood from the sofa, hands rubbing over his face before pushing the hair off of his forehead as she made no effort to move. It was well past midnight and they had been arguing for the past two hours which had now become a regular occurrence for them. The beginning of their relationship had been marked by lots of travelling back and forth to see one other, most nights and early mornings spent naked under the bedsheets. When they weren't physically together, they would always make an effort to set aside an hour to talk and catch each other up on the day's events. She had always considered herself to be someone that could handle a long-distance relationship if she were to meet someone who made it worthwhile. She prided herself on her independence and her ability to find happiness outside of her relationships. When she had met Harry during her summer in Malibu, she quickly realized that she would be willing to do anything to keep him in her life. And she really tried to do just that. But over the years, she had begun to feel like the only one making a real effort to keep the relationship alive. It had started a few months prior with Harry responding less and less to her text messages and phone calls. She would send him a message in the morning when she woke up and would only receive an answer later that evening when she was ready to go to bed. She never blew up his phone or demanded to know where he was at all times and she had justified his behavior by convincing herself that he was just too busy promoting his new album to be on his phone, but she knew that their relationship wasn't much without communication.
"Well, at least say something." Harry stopped pacing, starring at her as he awaited her response.
"So now you wanna communicate?" She questioned sarcastically, her gaze finally shifting to meet his. His eyes were red and his hair disheveled.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry's expression shifted from concern to confusion. His eyebrows creased, thumb and index finger playing with his bottom lip.
"What do you think we've been arguing about for the past hour, Harry?!" She exclaimed incredulously. Harry jumped slightly at her change of demeanor and tone. She had chosen to take a few days off of work to surprise him at his hotel in New York earlier that evening, only to be met by an irritated Harry who was quickly getting ready for a dinner out with friends. He had uttered a brief 'what are you doing here?' as he pecked her lips and informed her of his plans. She didn't have a chance to explain her reason for visiting before he had rushed out the door.
"Do you even realize that we don't talk anymore? All we do is send each other good morning and good night texts and try to plan time to see each other without ever actually following through." She stood up from her seat, irritated with how oblivious he seemed to be. Before he could answer, she spoke up again.
"I have no idea what's going on in your life and you sure as hell don't bother asking about what's going on in mine. I don't feel like I have a partner anymore. And even when I do come to see you, you're rushing off to meet up with your buds." "I didn't ask you to come here." Harry's pointed remark caused her to throw her hands up in disbelief, a faint 'oh my god' leaving her lips. "I'm sorry for being the only one trying to save our relationship." "Stop acting like I'm the only one to blame in this." Harry's previous despair was now replaced by pure anger. He knew he would most likely end up regretting his choice of words, but he was too stubborn and resentful to let up. "You're just choosing to ignore the fact that every time I call you, you go on and on about Chris? I'm sorry that I don't want to listen to my fiancée constantly talk about another man."
She froze, eyes widening at his remark.
"Are you being serious right now? You're mad that I'm hanging out with my best friend who actually wants to spend time with me?"
"'cause he wants to fuck you." His mumbling caused her to roll her eyes as she tried to keep herself somewhat composed.
"I never say anything about you having literally a million girls fawning over you." "You know that's part of my job." Harry said sharply and she knew that she had touched on a sore subject. "Do you want me to just stay at home and wait around for you to decide that you want to spend time with me?" She decided to drop the subject of his fans, knowing what she had signed up for when they first got together. She had been willing to sacrifice quite a bit of her privacy to go along with his lifestyle and had never accused him of being unfaithful. In fact, the thought had never crossed her mind, even when they began to drift apart. She had trusted him more than anyone she had ever been with.
Harry stayed quiet, becoming aware of his unreasonable attitude. His features softened as he took a step towards her, reaching for her hands and flinching when she pulled them away.
"Y/N." He sighed, taking his seat back on the couch. She remained standing, her arms crossing in front of her chest as she looked away like she had always done when she felt herself about to cry. Harry knew that she was fighting back tears and felt his heart ache at the realization of the hurt he had caused her.
"I really can't do this anymore." She repeated her earlier words with more certainty, pulling the diamond ring off of her finger and setting it on the coffee table in front of Harry.
"Y/N, please don't do this." His voice cracked, eyes glossy and red once more. She quickly turned around, hoping he wouldn't see the fresh tears streaming down her face. She heard him beg her not to leave as she shuffled towards the door of his suite, duffle bag in hand. She spun on her heels when she registered that he had followed closely behind her in an effort to get her to stay. She looked him in the eyes, inhaling deeply before speaking.
"You are not the man I fell in love with." And with that, she pulled on the door and walked out into the hall, leaving Harry chocking back a sob as he watched her leave.
