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: "Did you think of me while you were fucking her?"
word count: 900+
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As of today, Harry hates himself.
Starting today, after having kissed the lips of another woman, after having touched another skin, after having hugged another woman all night.
Harry hates himself.
As cliche as it may sound, the two had a fight and Harry ran for comfort in the alcohol from a bar with a dubious reputation, but that was the least of all he cared about.
He drank whatever drink was in front of him, and he dimly remembers a blonde sitting next to him, eager to get a taste of Harry Styles, and of course she did.
Tears slid from the brunette's eyes as he get dressed, trying to escape as quickly as possible from that hotel room. The tears did not stop even when he was in front of his love, in their house.
"Will it still be our home?" He thought.
"Harry... what happened?" She asks, reaching out to wipe the tears that fell from her boyfriend's beautiful eyes. "Babe... i'm so sorry for last night, it was all my fault."
Harry feels his heart burn at the words of the love of his life, and all he does is pray that she forgives him, although she never will.
"I love you so so much, handsome." She speaks again, placing a kiss on his lower lip that trembles like a leaf. "You have to tell me what's wrong so we can fix it, yeah?"
Without stopping, Harry throws himself into her arms, crying desperately and muttering words unintelligible to her.
"I'm sorry... i'm a fucking idiot." He cries. "Please forgive me, I can not live without you."
The woman begins to think about what could have happened, not knowing that it was none of those things.
"What happened? If this is for the wrong paint color for the living room, don't worry, we'll find another." She strokes his back.
Harry cries louder hearing her, he knows there will be no next painting for the living room.
"I was drunk... and she was there..."
Y/N slowly separates from him, watching him doubtfully.
"Harry, please tell me you didn't... "
"Yes."
The quiet atmosphere of the room is heavy now, and Harry feels his heart break completely as he sees his love of a decade cry for him.
"What the fuck?!" She screams between sobs. "I was crying alone in our house while you were fucking another woman!"
"You said... that i had to tell you so we could fix it." He cries desperately, his voice cracking. "Forgive me, my love."
"Apologies are never gonna fix this, Harry." She says, arms crossed as she tries to swallow the tight knot in her throat. "You did the most despicable act in a relationship based on love and trust. I'm not enough?"
Harry falls to the ground, crawling until he can wrap his arms around his girl's waist, resting his head on her shirt, staining her with tears.
"You are more than enough for me, my love." He sobs. "I can never get enough of these arms, these legs, this belly, this beautiful face, this beautiful heart." Styles clings tighter to the fabric of, in fact, his shirt. "I can never get enough of all of you."
The brunette looks up slowly to meet hers, completely flushed and furious. He knows he won't get another chance, but begs for one anyway.
"Harry."
"Yes, honey?"
"I want you to leave."
"Okay... I'll be back later for dinner."
"I want you to leave, and another day you can come and get your things, because now I can't even see your face."
If before his heart was broken, now it was mere splinters. Also hers.
"Of course." He sobs once more, making an effort to swallow the lump in his throat.
He gets up off the ground, trudging to the door. He knows that when he leaves the house nothing will be the same, and it is all his fault.
"Harry." She calls him one more time, and he turns hopeful. "Did you think of me while you were fucking her?"
Harry's mind goes blank, remembering the night before. And he knows he did, but he still didn't stop.
Harry hates himself.
"I almost said your name." He squeezes the door handle, keeping his gaze in those eyes he loves so much.
"Too bad you didn't." She answers firmly, making her 'boyfriend' look at the ground in shame. "I wish I could say that I wasted ten years of my life, but I love you so much that I would be lying."
"I love you too." He whispers, more hopeful.
"Goodbye, Harry."
Harry has to press his hand to his chest in order to calm the intense pain, but he knows that from today on it will never go away.
He looks at her one more time, and walks out the door, completely empty, and wanting to cry until his body can't expel more water, and wait curled up on the floor until she decides to forgive him. But he knows that she never will, and that he can never taste her lips again, or hold her hand, or make love to her, or tell her that he loves her every half hour in case she forgets.
