I need him H.S Imagines

𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 [@𝐰𝟒𝐭𝐭𝐲_𝐰𝐡𝟎𝐫𝟑]

A/N: This is the first entry for the imagine challenge I put out at the start of February!! Written by @w4tty_wh0r3 - thank you so so so much for taking the time to write this - make sure to tag them in your comments people !!

Y/N's pov:

 It's Saturday morning. Harry and I had plans for today. Those plans are probably ruined after last night. I wake up to an empty bed, his side still cold from not being slept in.

I get myself out of bed and open the blinds. Our bedroom window has a direct view of the front porch. I look outside to see if his car's parked in front. He's not home, his car isn't there. 

I feel guilty even though half of what I argued back to him was nothing compared to what he said to me. I decide to move along with my day and get dressed. 

During my shower I cried. I couldn't help it. All the emotions from last night came flooding and I let it out. After my shower, I pretended like I didn't just have a mental breakdown and moved on. 

I tried calling Harry. No answer.I made myself coffee and sat outside on a bench in our backyard. The events from yesterday were playing through my head.

 ~Friday 6pm~ 

 "My mother called me today.", I said. Harry seemed off but he was the only one who understood what it meant when she called. Not today though, he just grunted.

Grunted. 

 "Harry? Are you alright?" 

 He gets up from the bench and walks back inside, myself trailing behind him. He looks pissed but I don't understand why. Maybe something happened in the studio? 

"Hey. What's wrong?", I ask him as we both take a seat on the love couch. 

 "Do you mind? I'm trying to be alone right now and I don't need your clingy ass to annoy me more than I am already!", he fires back rather aggressively.I didn't expect that from Harry. He's never raised his voice at me. 

"Okay.", I replied back and headed to our bedroom. I understand him wanting space but why does he have to be so rude. 

"Great, now you're going to guilt trip me like you're doing to your mom. You know the reason why you hate your mom so much is maybe because she actually cares for you but that's not what you want. You just want the attention. The drama. Right Y/N! That's why you're wallowing in our room right now isn't it?!", he screams back. 

 I can't believe him right now. He knows what my mother did to me. He knows how much I loved her and she broke my heart. He's the only one that knows it. I get out of the room and walk to the living room. 

"What the fuck did you say to me? I cannot believe you right now Harry! You know what my mother did to me. You're the only one that understands. If something pissed you off at work then you let me know what you want, you do not need to come at me like you just did." 

He scoffs, "I'm leaving." 

 "You're running away from an argument? Seriously? Where are you going?" 

 "None of you goddamn business Y/N!", he shouts and storms off. 

 ~Present Day~ 

 My thoughts are interrupted when I feel someone next to me. I look beside me to find Harry sitting next to me staring straight ahead. 

 "Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?" I ask him. He looks at me and I noticed his eyes were red and watery. He's been crying. 

 We look at each other for what feels like hours, till Harry holds my hand and says, "I'm sorry. I swear I didn't mean them. Baby, I had a bad day but that doesn't excuse the way I treated you. I'm so sorry. I know and understand why you and your mother have a strained relationship. I had no right to speak to you that way, Y/N. I am so sorry." 

 I let go of his hands and look at my hands. We've been together for five years, he's held my hands throughout these five years without questioning anything. "Promise me this won't happen again? Because if it does then I'll be the one leaving Harry. What you said was not okay but I can understand that it came from a place of distress. That doesn't excuse it though. But I'm willing to work through it if you promise me it won't happen again.", I say to him sternly yet lovingly. 

 "I promise baby, I promise with my whole heart.", he takes a hold of my face and wipe the stray tears on my face. 

 I smile and lean into him. He kisses me. It feels so right. It feels as right as the very first kiss we had.

 "I love you, I'm so sorry." 

 "I love you."