Harry Styles Imagines.

The One With The Patch Up.

It's been one week. One whole week since me and Harry spoke to each other.

And that whole consisted of me crying my eyes out, almost giving in and calling him and overthinking.

My thoughts are stopped when I hear two loud knocks on my front door. I am startled from the noise, and I furrow my brows as I look at the time, it's literally 12:27 am. I swear if this is Harry, I'm gonna shut the door in his stupid face.

I get up to walk to my door I breathe in and breathe out and open the door.

My breath is totally knocked out as I see Harry. I have missed him so much, but oh how angry seeing his face makes me.

But I am stubborn too, so I shut the door on his face as I said.

"Y/n, let me in. I wanna speak to you." He says from the other side. I close my eyes and try not to cry.

"There is nothing left to say, Harry." I say, my voice cracking at the end.

"Baby, please." He pleads.

"You said you never loved me. How is one supposed to let that go?" I say my voice cracking horribly. I am breaking.

"I know, I know, I'm very sorry, I am an idiot. I love you so much, princess. I love you." He says and sniffs. I close my eyes and rest my forehead against the door.

"If you don't want to talk to me, please just listen to me. Please let me explain. I don't want to loose you." He speaks.

"You already have!" I exclaim through tears.

"Don't say that, baby. Please. You are very important to me." He says and I shake my head even though I know he can't see me.

"Should've thought that before you said those words, Harry." I say and wipe my nose the sleeve of my t-shirt.

"I'm sorry. Please just listen to, okay? Let me explain." He asks me and think about it for a good two minutes before I make some grumbling noise, so he knows he can explain.

"There is too much stress on me, okay? My first solo album is coming, I am very stressed, and Jeff won't stop nagging me for small things. That's why I was angry at Jeff, and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have, I know. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous that people won't like my solo music, I'm scared. I don't have the boys to back me up if I make any mistake. And the thought of performing on the stage alone is scaring me. What if they don't like my album and decide to throw tomatoes at me, on the stage? That's why I am stressed. But then again, I have no excuse for treating you the way I did. So, I'm extremely sorry." He explains and at this point I literally am sobbing but silently.

"Baby? Are you there?" He asks after gets no response from me.

"I'm here." I say quietly.

"Please say something." He speaks.

"You still didn't text me, call me or meet me for a whole week, Harry." I say and sniffle.

"I was angry at myself. I didn't want to show my face to you. And yes, I did listen to my egoistic side for the first two days, but then I realized how horribly I screwed up." He speaks.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask quietly my crying stopping slowly.

"Maybe I thought I could handle this by myself. I didn't wanna tell you my problems and make it your problem. I didn't wanna burden you." He speaks.

"You can never be a burden to me. And you know you could've talked to me, even if you didn't want some advice, I would've just listened to what you had to say." I say and sniffle once more.