One Direction Interracial Preferences/ Imagines

Secrets of Our Past~ Harry #4

Harry POV

I'm not really at that festival I told my daughter about. I'm actually finding Y/N. I'm so close. I can almost feel her back in my arms. God I want her back more than anything. She made me whole and with out her, I can't live.

I'm on a lead in where she is. One of her favorite places was Paris. It was where I first told her I loved her and it was where I asked her marry me. I think she's here. This the last place I can think of other than her secretly living with one of mine or hers friends. If she's not here, that's it. I'm done searching and I'll leave this whole thing with her alone. I go to one of her favorite hotels in Paris. I go to the front desk and ask the employee, "Can you speak English. My French isn't great." He rolled his eyes. "Alright. English not best but I try so you be happy." He said. I paused for a moment. "Do you know of a Y/N Styles or Y/L/N staying here?" "Beautiful chocolate woman, Y/H/N, smart, and kind?" "Yes." The employee looked at me long and hard. Then he said, "She not in now. You are?" "I'm her husband, Harry Styles." "She told me not tell you room." "But I'm her husband." I told him. "Not what she said." "We've been married for 15 years. I love her. I even have a picture of our family." I tried to explain. I pulled out my wallet. It was picture of Darcy, Y/N, and I smiling. "This least ten years old." "So I haven't seen her in a decade, I still love her." "Do you think she want you?" "Yes I really do." The employee scrunched up his nose. "Room on the 12 floor. Key activate when you find the room." He handed me the keycard. "Why can't you just tell me the room?" "That not as fun though." He smirked. I wanted to punch him hard, but I'm not here for him I'm here for Y/N. I sighed. "Alright thanks." I walked away to go the elevators. "Have a nice day sir!" The employe yelled. I could hear him laughing, but I ignore and went into an elevator.

After about 20 minutes of not finding the room, I began to think that he gave me the wrong type of keycard. I hope he actually gave me the right room key, it would be so fucking humlimating to go back down to that front desk. When a door accepted the key, I died a little happy dance. I walked in super slow, not knowing what was going to happen. Y/N, or least the woman I thought was her, was facing away from me. It looked like she was looking for something in a bag. She was dressed in this beautiful peach pink nightgown, which fit her tight and beautifully. It barely went past her bum. It took a lot of strength in me not to touch her "Good evening Herman, I notice your cart isn't squeaking anymore." She said. Yes it was her. I'd recognize that beautiful voice any where. "Herman, you can just leave the magazine, wine, dinner over on the desk. I give you the tip just a moment." I breathed deeply. "You look beautiful, always so beautiful." I complimented. Y/N froze and turned around. "Harry?" Y/N questioned in disbelief. "Hi Kitten." I chuckled at nickname. "How did you find me? Why are you here? Is Darcy Ok? Oh my, is my baby Ok? Because-" Y/N just started asking question after question. "Babe, Darcy is fine. She's with her uncle right now. I'm here to take you home Y/N. I want my family back." I told her. "Harry I can't." She whispered. "Why not?" I worried. "I'm scared that you'll be the same from 10 years ago. I don't want that." She faced away from me. "I'm not that man, I swear Y/N. I don't think I'm any better but I know I'm not that man. I need you to fix what's broken. You are the missing link to the chain. Everyone needs you Y/N. Darcy needs her mum, not just her daddy." I urgued. "I don't know if I can. I just can't come back to a life I wasn't happy with it. And you can't show up and think you can say some nice words and win me back." Y/N lectured. I turned her around and grabbed her hands. "Yes you can come back. We can start over fresh and new. You don't have to sleep in the room or even house with me. You can stay in the guest house or with our friends or even an apartment. As long as you are there, I don't care." I reasoned. She sighed. I noticed a little sparkle on her left hand. "You kept and wear the ring still?" I questioned. Y/N looked at her hand and admitted, "I get uncomfortable whenever I don't wear it." "Same." I lifted my left hand to show her. She smiled. I grabbed her shoulders. "But seriously, come back Kitten. I'll be the devoted, lovely, caring, fun, listening husband you have always wanted." I proposed. "Harry-" The door made a dingy noise and opened. "Hello Herman." Y/N welcomed. "Evening, shall I put your things on the desk?" He asked. "Yes. Herman this is Harry." She introduced. Without looking at me twice, Herman muttered, "The curly haired asshole." "What?" I piped. "Ahh yes, you have told me such stories about him." Herman flowered what he said. I shot Y/N an annoyed look. She mouthed an apology. Herman set up the food as she looked for the tip. "Here Herman. 15 Euros." She handed to him. Herman thanked her then left. Y/N picked up from what she said. "Harry I love you, but I just don't think I can." "You can. I believe you can. I love you so much, it hurts. I need you there. I can't raise that girl by myself anymore. If you don't go home with me, I'll kill myself before I even make it out of this hotel. Kitten please come home." I pleaded. Y/N exhaled sharply. "Let me sleep on it." I sighed. I'm fine with that. I kissed her cheek. "I may want to head back to my own hotel for the night." I said, heading toward the door. "Harry, can you stay with me for the night? I don't feel totally safe right now." "Who is trying to hurt you?" I perplexed. "No one special. Just some thirsty man who want a relationship. He's a bit aggressive." She informed. "If he's not special, you wouldn't have a worried look on your face. Tell me." I urgued. "Harry, you don't have-" "I said I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Tell me his name and I'll take care of it." I reminded her. She shook her head. "It doesn't matter." Y/N sat onto the bed. I sighed, took off my shoes, and sat down with her. "Tell me and I'll take care of him." Y/N didn't say anything. "Are you that scared of this man? What did he do to you?" I asked her. "He broke in here a few days ago while I wasn't here and left a note saying he'll come back. I just don't feel safe anymore. I have no where left to go. He's been following me everywhere." She explained. "Then come home with me. I'll make sure he never comes near you again." I declared. "He'll just follow me there. I can't put Darcy in danger." I objected. I wrapped my arms around her to pull her closer. "I'll take care of it. I promise to never let anyone hurt you again. I promise Ok, I promise." I pleaded. "I just don't know." She quietly said. "What do you want me to do?" I requested. "I just want him gone. I don't want you to get him killed. Please promise you wouldn't do that." She begged. I kissed her forehead. "You have my word Kitten." I got off the bed and picked up the magazine from the desk. "'A look in a Harry Styles World' mmmmm." A shy smile appeared in her face. "And you said you didn't care about me." I recalled. I laughed and jumped back on the bed. "Wanna read about me with me?" I asked. She pushed me softly and kissed my cheek. "You are so childish, but I guess I love you." Y/N reckoned. I put down the magazine. "You guess? You guess you love me Y/N." I began to tickle her. Y/N screamed and then started laughing. "Tell me you love me." "No!" "Love me!" I repeated. "No!" She turned away from me. I started to pinch her butt. "Stop it." "Tell me you love me!" I repeated. "Alright. I love you!" I stopped. "See? Was that so hard?" She pouted and rolled her eyes. Y/N got off the bed. As Y/N moved off, I slapped her bum. "Oww." She groaned. "Want something to eat?" She asked. "I'm good." I responded, flipping through the magazine. "Look how hot I am." I boasted her, showing a picture of me shirtless. "That's a cute picture. If that floats your boat." Y/N spoke. "You think cute when you look at me? Really Y/N?" "You're cute." She assured. "I don't want to be cute. I want to be a god." I pouted. "Then you are one Harry." She confirmed. "Thanks baby."