Harry Styles Imagines

4 months #2

Your POV

It wasn't even a fight. It was a problem I had with him. I love...loved Harry. I always have. So I left him, all alone in our home. I moved in with my best-friend, Tori as she had a spare room I could sleep in. I really regretted everything I did though. Why couldn't I have just talked to Harry about it? Maybe he would've made more time for me but instead, I break up with him. Why?

I walk out my room, holding one of Harry's t-shirts that was hidden right in the corner of my suitcase from the last time I used it. Harry always complained that he left the t-shirt in the villa of our last holiday. "Look, I-it's Harry's t-shirt" I said, my voice strained. Tori looked over at me. I shoved it towards her. 

"(Y/N), honey, where did you get it?". 

"It was in my bag. From wh-when we went to, uh, Italy together". Tori took the shirt from my hands, rubbing my arm. 

"Hon, you need some sleep". It's true. I hadn't slept since the breakup. I couldn't. I was too heartbroken. I didn't have my Harry sleeping next to me, I couldn't sleep without my Harry holding me. I had become completely delusional, to be honest. I wasn't human anymore, I was too caught up in Harry to be normal. It made complete sense. 

"But, but, Harry's not there. I can't sleep without Harry". Tori wrapped me up in her arms, holding me tight. 

"You just need a little sleep. You can have a little sleep without him, like a nap". I should've listened but I didn't sleep. I still couldn't. My Harry is gone. 

So after 3 months, I met a guy. He was actually a pretty nice guy. Joey. We went on a couple dates, had a nice time together and that started my next relationship. I was feeling better and Tori was glad I was happy again. At least happier than before. I still thought about Harry sometimes, as much as I tried not to. 

That's until it all went pear-shaped. Upstairs in Joey's room...I said Harry's name. It got us into a big fight and he kicked me out. Harry's place wasn't far, I needed to talk to him. I needed to at least make it right between us. It was pouring rain. I was cold and drenched. I knocked on his door. Was this the wrong decision? I shouldn't be here. He probably never wants to see me again. I broke his heart and 4 months later, I turn up out the blue. 

Harry opened the door and his eyes widened. "I uh- (Y/N), um, what are you doing here?". 

"I don't- I don't know. I, uhm, I just need to talk, I think". Harry frowned but let me passed. He took me into the kitchen, getting a towel out the dryer. He handed it to me and I wrapped it around my shoulders. I felt so weird in the house. I used to live here but now, it felt like a whole new place. Like I'd never been here before. 

"Uh, would you like a drink?". 

"Tea, would be nice, thank you". Harry flicked on the kettle, taking out 2 mugs. He was just as awkward as me. "Um, I don't think I'm over you". Harry stopped, he completely froze. Harry slowly turned around. 

"You're not over me? I thought you were, uh, with someone". 

"I was. About uh 20 minutes ago. But I um, said your name...in bed" I said awkwardly, fiddling with my hands as I stared at my feet. Harry stayed quiet. I bit my lip, looking up at Harry. 

"And that made you realise you're not over me?"

"No, I think it was more that till I met Joey, I wasn't properly human. And then I got into a relationship and I still think about you. You really messed me up, Harry" I chuckled. Harry couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. Harry left the kitchen, confusing me. I felt even more awkward, standing alone. He was only gone for a couple seconds. He came back in, holding a ring box. The ring inside was gorgeous. It's everything I could imagine. I gasped, cupping my hands to my mouth. 

"I-if I didn't break up with you, w-we'd be engaged?". I had never been so shocked in my life. He had an engagement ring. Well, I assumed it was an engagement ring. 

"Assuming you'd say yes, then yeah". I don't know what came over but I walked over to Harry, cupping his face in my hands and crashing my lips to his. I missed his lips. The soft, plump feeling I missed. I was pretty shocked when Harry kissed me back, holding my waist with the ring box still in his hand. I slid my arms around his neck, melting into the kiss. All my love for him came back for him. I didn't care about no time. That time only made it more special.

Harry pulled back, searching my eyes for some sort of answer to what just happened. "So, um, are we like engaged now?".

"You never actually asked, Harry". He let go, taking a step back and getting down on one knee. I took in a deep breath, a big smile breaking across my face.

"Will you marry me?".

"Of course I will".

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Sorry this part is so terrible, I didn't actually know what to do with it but I liked the idea of your side of the breakup. Like, comment and maybe even follow xx