Harry Styles Imagines

3. Sign of the Times

Y/N's POV

Tonight, was Harry's last show on this tour. God, I loved watching that man perform. But I knew that this would be the last time I would ever see this.

I stand in the nose bleeds; my sobs being drowned out by the fans screaming. Harry and I have been together for years, but it was coming to an end.

I was wearing a sparkly party type dress. It was Harry's favorite thing I ever wore. 

Harry looks up to me and smiles while on stage. I smile back at him, wiping away my tears. I couldn't get a good look at his face to see if he noticed or not. 

Once the show was over, I made my way to the car and drove home. I love Harry, but I couldn't see him again until he got home. Usually, I would make my way backstage, but not tonight.

When Harry got home, he seemed so sad. I sat on our bed; my bags were already packed up next to the closet. Harry and I have been fighting nonstop and I always threaten to leave, but now I must. Harry walks into the bedroom and sees me sitting on the bed, crying.

"You didn't come backstage." He tells me and I nod. He looks over and see's my bags. "You're leaving?" He asks me and I nod again.

"Harry, I can't keep doing the back and forth. We keep going round and round and neither of us change. I must go. At least for a little bit." I explain to him. Tears start streaming down his face.

"Can we dance together? One last time?" He asks. I nod, Harry and I have a tradition that after he comes home, whether it be for a break or for tour being over, we dance in the living room together. He holds his hand out for me and I take it in mine. We make our way to the living room and Harry puts on a record and we sway together. His cheeks are covered from his spilling eyes.

"H, don't cry." I tell him.

"I love you, Y/N. I don't want you to go." He sobs.

"Haz, I have to, or we will never stop this. I must go."

"Promise me, you'll come back."

"I promise, Harry. I won't be gone for long. But we must stop this back and forth and this is the only way, right now." I tell him. At this point I am sobbing with him. He shakes his head.

"I can't live without you, Y/N." He says to me.

"Oh, Harry. It's going to be alright, okay? I won't be gone for good." I tell him, as I tighten my grip on him.

"Y/N, tonight was my last show." He tells me, changing the subject.

"I know, Haz. Did you love it?"

"It was so much fun. One of the best moments of my life." My heart shattered when he told me that, because here I was ruining it. After the song was over, Harry and I stood there for a long time, crying and hugging. I sigh and let go of our embrace. I walk to the bedroom, grab my things and head for the door. "Y/N." Harry says. I turn to face him, one last time.

"Harry."

"Am I going to be alright?" He asks me.

"Yes, Haz. I'll see you soon." I tell him, and I walk out of the door.

3 months later

I haven't seen Harry in 3 months. But he finally reached out to ask how I was. Honestly, I'm living through hell. But we agreed to meet up in the town over from our places. I sat in a coffee shop waiting to see his face walk through the door. After about half an hour he came rushing through the door and a look of relief fell onto his face when we made eye contact. He came and sat in the booth across from me.

"Hi, Harry." I say to him.

"Come home, Y/N." He tells me and I sigh.

"Harry, I can't we aren't ready yet." I tell him.

"We aren't or you aren't? We've been going through hell, Y/N, you told me yourself. You can't keep running away from this. We must stick up and deal with it. I can't keep going to bed without you next to me. I've given you 3 months of space, that should be more than enough. We haven't spoken to each other or even seen each other in 3 months."

"Harry I- "

"No, Y/N. If we just talked about our problems, we would be fine. But you ran away. You expect me to sit around and wait for you? For forever? I am so lonely, Y/N. I don't want to be waiting for you till the day I die. I want to have children with you, I want to get married, I want to grow old together. So please, come home. You always try to run from me. It's what your mom did to your dad. We can be better than them, Y/N. Just give it a chance." He tells me. Tears are streaming down my face. While I was growing up, I saw my mom constantly trying to leave my father. My father was a terrible man, he didn't love anyone but himself. He used us all to get money from the military, and that ruined our family. But my mom never left him, I guess that made her just as bad.

"Harry, I'm sorry." I tell him in-between sobs. He leans over and wipes my tears away from my face. He gets up and sits in the booth with me. He hugs me tight.

"I love you, Y/N. Now let's get out of here. Let's go get your things and come back home." I nod.

"Okay. I love you."