Some of these are darker than others. None of these have real plots- just one shots.
I have better books you can read, this is just when I'm bored. TPWK.
"No, y/n this... this is over." Harry says, his bag on his back. You hold him by the door, his eyes are glistening, Harry trying to conceal his tears.
"But Harry, we'll get over this.. let's j-"
He looks up in frustration. "No, y/n, no. We go in circles, all the time, y/n and I've had enough."
"No.. no we'll-"
"We'll do something that gets on each other's nerves-"
"you do something that get on my nerves-" you cut him off.
"And then it goes on again and again and ag-"
"Then, apologies, Harry. Say sorry." You cut him off and he just stares at you. Stares at you like all of the love is seeping from his skin.
"Say sorry." He huffs, looking to the side. "Say sorry for wh-"
"What do you mean 'for what'? You want us to resolve issues then say sorry."
"I'm not trying to resolve anything anymore, y/n because this is exhausting. And I'm over it, you're over it, so this is over."
"But you're the person that isn't changing, Harry. You can't just call me up drunk of a Tuesday and expect me to be happy about it." You brush you hair with your fingers, stressed and heart broken. Harry was yours and just like that, it feels like he's gone.
"It was one time."
"No it wasn't, harry. It's been so many times. I just want you to be more responsible with things-"
"Oh so now you're the responsible one?" He argues.
You laugh in agony. You're in so much pain, you feel stabbed, betrayed.
"I don't even think you know what that means." He says and you stay silent, in disbelief. "I love you, y/n. I really fucking do. But I can't keep doing this."
"Then, don't harry. Then stop doing all of this-"
"You stop talking to all your guy friends, then, y/n. Stop talking to people who clearly want you, you know how insane it makes me."
"But that's just jealously Harry. They're my work friends. Work friends. They link me in with my job-"
"Then get a new job."
"And you stop drinking."
"It's not that easy, y/n. I don't see you, love you, kiss you for weeks because of your job and when I drink it's for only hours." He speaks and your heart cracks more. "There's a difference."
"No, Harry. The difference is you can't admit when you're sorry and so you're walking away. Again."
"y/n, you're being pathetic."
Your heart cracks, your voice gets louder.
"And you're being arrogant."
"The only reason I drink is because I begin to crave you."
"I was one door away from you Harry, that's not a good argument."
"I'm not arguing about this, y/n. Maybe just manage your work life and normal life and maybe we wouldn't having this conversation."
You laugh. "This is barley and conversation. You called me pathetic."
"You called me arrogant."
"Because you are, Harry, you are-"
"I give into you every single time, y/n how am I arrogant-"
"You give in because I fight for you!" The room goes silent when you say that. "I fight for you, baby."
He goes silent for a moment.
"Don't call me baby again."
Your heart shatters. The room is silent. And you realise this is it. That's the end of you and Harry. And your hearts shatters that bit more.
He looks up to the ceiling, huffing. "This just isn't working, y/n."
He then looks you in the eyes. It hurts. Because you both know this could be the last time you ever do so.
"Well..." you say, a lot quieter. "can we still be-" you clear your throat. "can we still be friends?"
He looks between both of your eyes, a glint of pain in his eyes.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
Then, more silence.
He nods and opens the door. This time, you let him go.
He turns around, one final goodbye.
"I love you, Harry."
//
Hello all!
I hope you're keeping safe and healthy!
I recently met my younger brother. The age gap is crazy but I love him so, so much. He's just so precious.
Speaking of precious: Harry's luscious locks.
They're gone.
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:(
He still looks so fine though, so I can't complain.
