HARRY STYLES IMAGINES \(OuO)/

He Saves You

Harry and (Y/N) had a dispute yet again this morning. These disputes have been occurring regularly for the past few weeks. Harry had left his wet towel on the bed. Again.

"Is it too much to ask for?" she had asked. It wasn't, and Harry knew that.

"is it too much to ask for?" he had mockingly emulated her. "Of course, it is too much to ask for! I have to go to work so you can continue living this luxury life!"

"How could you say that?!" (Y/N) had exclaimed. "I would still be with you if you had no money. And why do you always have to be so lofty about your money, huh? You are constantly working, never working home.

How would you know if I'm working or not? I never asked for any of this. NEVER. I just want you! I care about you, Harry!

I clean the house, which by the way isn't very easy considering how big it is, I clean the house-"

"Can't even do that properly." Harry had mumbled.

"What did you say?"

"Can't even do that properly! You burned the breakfast yesterday, you're constantly complaining about the dishwasher I bought for you so you won't get tired washing the dishes, and somehow still you always manage to make me late for work."

"Work, work, work! You always have to work, Harry! Why can't I be your top priority?" (Y/N) had said with a faltering voice.

"I can't deal with you right now." Harry had said not knowing the answer to that question.

With that, he had left.

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Now, he was returning home from his long drive which had helped clear his mind. He bought some flowers for (Y/N), tuber roses to be exact, her favorite. Gesture, small but usually always appreciated by (Y/N).

Harry was gearing down his car when it happened. The skyscrapers visibly started to shake. His first instinct was to run home to his lover. But he slowed down, she knows how to walk. Plus, they lived on the 5th floor so getting downstairs wouldn't be a very hard task.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was putting her books back in their slots when half the bookshelf decided to collapse on her. Earthquake. Fortunately, she dodged it on time. Leaving everything behind she rushed towards the door, but it was locked on timed, from outside. She panicked. I'm going to die. The water from the aquarium was splashing out, and so were (Y/N)'s tears.

It took Harry 30 seconds to realize what he had done before leaving. It wasn't intentional, he had done it before as well, again unintentional but (Y/N) didn't even notice, she barely goes outside.

He sprinted towards the building rushing past everyone. He didn't want his last words to the love of his life to be so harsh.

Finally reaching their flat, he unlocked the door to find a scared, teary-eyed (Y/N) curled up in a ball on the floor. Without a second thought, he picked her up and ran back downstairs.

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They reached downstairs safely. He sets her down. His hand finds her waist, the other reaching to cup her cheek. (Y/N) looks up to see his emerald eyes still slightly glossy from the welled-up tears.

"I'm so sorry my heart, so, so sorry." His voice, barely a whisper but words, clear.

"I shouldn't have done that and I shouldn't have said those words, I'm so sorry." (Y/N) puts her arms around his neck, her forehead touching his.

"I love you"

"Even when I grow crinkly?"

"Even when you grow crinkly. Forever and always."

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