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: Communication is key, but you locked Harry out.
word count: 1.6k
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When you ask couples of their best period, they would tell you that it's the "honeymoon phase" of their relationships.
They'd swear up and down on the cute gestures their partner did, giving you a list of all the fuzzy emotions they felt during that very time, how everything left a lingering sweet taste that they longed for.
Some would say that their honeymoon phase wasn't just that, a phase, but it was a belief that both partners could practice so it would linger and embed itself into their relationship with no signs of decay from the passing years.
These are the same people who would go on and on about how it was communication that kept all these "sparks alive" and how important confrontation was; how being with someone meant that you unravel yourself to them.
Harry knew that seeking perfection was pointless because nobody would ever reach that, not him, not his closest friend, and not you.
It was why he accepted how you were a closed-off person when you began seeing each other; you weren't one to open up and spill out your emotions and deepest thoughts that were anything but the happy aura you had around you at all times.
He accepted you.
It was acceptance that built the 10-month relationship.
You were there for Harry whenever he needed you, during the bad and good; the stress of writing a new record, the stress of how the world saw him, the stress of wanting to reach a perfection he knew didn't exist.
You held him at night as he was naked in more ways than lack of clothing would be. It was when he was vulnerable and felt small that your heart clenched, feeling helpless even though you were the first person he sought after good news or an uneasy day.
It was you who held him as he cried. It was you who assured him when the industry made him feel like he wasn't good enough. It was you who cursed at the world when it gave him shit for his self-exploration and self-love that you praised him for.
It was you.
But it was never him.
It wasn't because Harry didn't care nor didn't put effort at helping you feel at ease; it was because you had denied him of that privilege.
You fought your demons on your own to a point where you tried convincing everyone around you that you didn't have any before shifting the conversation so that their needs and state were put before your own.
