Harry Styles One Shots

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I smiled at Harry who just came home from his first lrg of the tour. He was home for a month. I was disappointed it was only one month, but I was happy I got to see him at all. His management made a new rule that girlfriends aren't allowed on tour anymore since 'they're a distraction'. I remember the meeting about it last year. Their management flew us out to California that day and talked to us for like an hour going over the new rule. Its stupid.

We haven't been dating long, six months at the most. Our six month anniversary was last week. Harry made a big deal about it because I was his longest relationship since he became famous.

I decided to make a small lunch, but I knew he'd be tired when he came back, so I put his food in the microwave so it doesn't go bad.

I smiled at went to the doorway where I was ready to be greeted my boyfriend. I haven't seen him in five months. My smile quickly faded when I saw his eyes were red and puffy. "Harry?" He walked passed me, leaving his shoes, jacket, and luggage at the door. I saw him go down the hall to our room, and softly close the door. I sighed, and picked up his things. I straightened his shoes by the doorway on the rug, I hung up his jacket on our coat rack, and I put his suitcase on the couch. After that, I walked to our room. I softly knocked on the door letting Harry know I was coming in, and opened the door. He was laying on the bed, wrapped in the covers, the flash of his phone bouncing off of his face.

"Harry?" I softly whispered, coming in the room. "Please, leave me alone," his voice cracked, and he hid his face in the pillow beneath him. His body lightly shook and he cried in to the pillow. "You know that's not gonna happen, Harry. What's wrong?" I asked, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed. I ran my fingers through his curls and he sniffled. He didn't answer me, either. "Harry, baby, what happened?" His hand squeezed his phone and I took it from his large hands. His now emptied hand went under his head, as he cried harder.

I looked to see he was on Twitter. I went to the top of the page, and started reading down the tweets.

@Harry_Styles is the ugliest one of the band. He can't even sing!

Harry thinks Y/n loves him, she deserves so much better than him.

Exactly! He's gone half of the time, he's not even there for her. He can't sing, either.

Harry Styles thinks people like him! He's stupid, he's ugly, he can't sing, and I hate him.

I hate @Harry_Styles.

I frowned at looked back at my broken boyfriend. "Harry," by the sound of my voice, he cried again. "They hate me!" His voice cracked, sending tears to my own eyes. "They're right. You do deserve better! I'm not here anyways. You deserve someone who's here, you deserve someone who can actually be in your life when you need it, someone you can call when you're sad, someone you can see every single day! Not someone who's constantly leaving on tour." He cried. "Harry, stop," I whispered, bending down so I can press my lips to his head. I massaged his scalp with my fingers, carefully making sure my nails didn't scratch him. "You deserve better than me," he whispered. "Don't say that, Harry. I love you, I don't want anyone else. You're my better. Remember my last boyfriend?"

"Don't even bring him up. I'll go to Cheshire Prison and set him on fire for what he did to you."

"Okay then, Harry. I've made improvement. You're as good as they come. You're a little cupcake," I smiled, throwing out the small nickname a few fans have called him. He poked one of his eyes from the pillow and looked at me. A small smile played at his lips and he sniffled. He looked like he was gonna cry again, though. "It isn't fair, Y/n. I haven't done anything to them. I don't understand why they hate me." He whispered, closing my eyes. I told him to move over and I laid next to him on my side. I reached my hand up to his cheek, and held it in my small hand. His larger one reached up as well, and grabbed my hand while he closed his eyes. "Not everyone is gonna like you, no matter how you try. There's always going to be that one person, or those few people who don't like you, and who only point out your flaws and use it against you. You gotta ignore those people, Harry. Just know that everyone else loves you. Including me." I smiled, softly caressing my thumb along his cheek. "I love you too," he smiled, a single tear falling from his eye. My thumb caught it and rubbed it away.

His green eyes were glossing, but bright. "Don't let a few tweets bring you down and ruin your day, Harry, okay?" He nodded, the smile never leaving his face. "Hi," he whispered, entwining his hand with the one on his face.

"Welcome home, Harry." I whispered back. "I missed you so much, I'm so sorry for walking in like that." He said. "I missed you too,"

"Do I get my kiss now?"

I smiled, and leaned forward to connect my lips to his. "Are you tired?" I mumbled against his lips. "No, I'm actually hungry. I saw you making food when I walked in."

I giggled and pulled from him to look in his eyes. I stood up pulling him with me with our connected hands. "Yeah, I just made lasagna. Your plate's in the microwave."

"Let's go eat then." He smiled up at me.