Harry Styles Imagines

4 Months

Even after months, I can't get over her. I was the one to end our 3 year relationship but I only grew to realise it was big mistake. I check her social media everyday, it's the only way I can know what she's doing.
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I got in from another day at the studio, writing my second album. I just love writing. "Babe, I'm home" I called. No response. I head upstairs, expecting her to be in bed. I was wrong. She sat in our wardrobe, folding clothes into a suitcase. "Are you going somewhere?" I asked, chucking my keys onto the dresser. "Harry, we need to talk" (Y/N) said. Oh shit. Those 4 words are not something you want to hear. "Ok" I said. "Sit down" she said. I took a seat on the bed while (Y/N) stood in front of me. "What's going on?" I asked. "I-I don't know how to tell you this but I think we should take a break" she said. My heart dropped further into the ground then I could imagine. "W-w-wh-what, why?" I stuttered. "Because you got home from tour 4 weeks ago and you are already in the studio. I never get to see you anymore. I thought after One Direction, you'd settle down more and we could start talking about marriage and starting a family. But you've just been working and I only see you when you get home late at night" she said. "No, you can't go" I said, tears forming in my eyes as my heart shatters like glass. "Harry, I need to be with someone who has time for me and I'm not getting that from you, I get a couple kisses before and after work. But before work, you're in a rush, after work, you're tired. We haven't been away together in ages, I want to get married, I want to have kids, I want to settle down but with you, I just can't" she said, tears falling down her face. It caused the tears in my eyes to fall as well. "I want that as well" I said. "But you aren't showing it, Harry" she said. "I took like 3 months off tour around Christmas" I defended. "That was 5 months ago. I haven't seen you longer than 3 days since then. And we didn't even go away in those 3 months, you complained about already being on a plane too much and needing a break but still went away to Japan without me because you needed 'a break' from the outside world" she said. "Where will you go?" I asked. "I'm going to live with Tori till I find my own place" she said. "But, what about our house?" I said. "Harry, it's your house. I just moved in 2 years ago. You were too busy with work to find a house of our own" she said. I couldn't even fight. She's right, I'm a bit of a workaholic but she knows I love my job.
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It's been 3 months since our break up and I've been working so much less. I either go out to drown my feelings in alcohol or stay at home, wrapped in my duvet, watching rom coms that make me cry. I was becoming inhumane in a way. While I was trying to get over, I noticed a guy on (Y/N)'s Instagram. I had never seen him before so I had the suspicions of the one thing I didn't want. She'd moved on.

My nightmares had become true the next month when she posted a photo of them kissing. I felt even more heartbroken. After 3 years together, she'd moved on after 3 months. The next month, I was feeling a little better as I was back to writing. I still wasn't 100%. There was one person I knew could help me.

I pulled into my mums driveway after a 2 hour journey to Cheshire. I couldn't stop thinking of her the whole way. One memory sprung to mind.
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I got out the car and took in our bags. "Where's (Y/N)?" my mum asked. "Asleep, I'm just about to get her" I said. I walked back to the car and opened the passenger door. She looked so peaceful sleeping in the seat. I unclipped her seat belt and picked her up in a bridal carry. I took her inside while she cuddled into my chest. I set her down on the sofa and she curled into a ball, leaning against the arm of the chair. I went into the kitchen where my mum was.
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I walked in, only one bag in my hand. "Hey baby" my mum said. "Hi mum" I said. She gave me a big hug, something I really needed. "How are you doing?" she asked. "I've been better" I sighed. We went into the kitchen and I leant on the island. My mum flicked on the kettle. "Even after 4 months?" my mum asked. "We were together 3 years. It hit me hard when she just left. And she's moved on already but I just can't" I said. I fiddled with the rings on my fingers. "You know, she's kind of right" she said. "What?" I said in shock. I came here for advice, not to feel worse. "You work all the time, you never really made time for her. You left one direction, you auditioned for a film a month later, went to Jamaica for a whole month, then released both your film and album a month between each other, promo till tour, left her for another month to go Japan even when you didn't take her on a holiday, went back on tour and then you went into the studio two months later. The only time you booked a day off to spend time with her is Valentines day, her birthday, Christmas and your anniversary" she said. "But I love my job, and you know that mum" I said. "And do you love (Y/N)?" she asked. "With all my heart" I said. "So do you see your mistake?" she asked. I sighed, looking at my chipped nails. I haven't had them done in a while. "You prioritised your job over your relationship, H. She felt unloved because you never made time for her unless it was a special occasion. Now she's gone, you've hardly been working" my mum said, putting a mug of tea in front of me. I wrapped my hands around it. "I made a big mistake, mum" I said. "Yeah I know. I really liked (Y/N), actually. She tried keeping you grounded" she said. "What do you mean? I'm very grounded" I said. "Did you just forget the conversation we were having? You've been non-stop working for the past 3 years. That's not very grounded, H" she said. I couldn't disagree, maybe I had been getting too caught up in work. She wanted a house, marriage, kids and by what I was working, she didn't think I wanted it too. Although, I did have a little secret. I searched through my pocket till I found the ring box. I flicked it open. It was an engagement ring. It was a beauty and the beast ring because its her favourite film. It looked like a rose instead of a diamond.

"Hey mum, you've been married twice" I said. "Mm" she hummed. "What do I do with this now?" I asked. She turned and looked at the ring box in my hands. She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "I was planning on proposing a week after she broke up with me. She never knew" I said. I pursued my lips, staring at it. "Harry" she said in awe. I put it on the counter, in front of me. "Maybe Gemma will like it" I suggested. "I think you should keep it, Harry. You never know what could happen" she said. "Eh" I said. I rested my chin on my hand with my elbow on the counter. "May as well. All I got left". My mum gave me another hug, kissing my cheek. "I really miss her, mum" I said. "It'll get better, I promise" she said, rubbing my back.

Since talking to my mum, I've been feeling better. I keep the ring on the shelf in the living room, open so I can see it. Seeing as it's a stormy day, I decide to stay at home. I relax on my sofa, watching Netflix and eating junk food. I heard a knock at the door. I frowned but got up. It's raining and cold, who could be at the door? I open it and my eyes open in shock. After 4 and 1/2 months, she's standing at my doorstep, completely drenched. What was she doing her?

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