Just a Taste // HS Blurbs

Forgotten ^

She food was cold on the table.

Y/N was mortified. Embarrassed. Hurt. All of the emotions swimming in her chest as she looked at the meal she had ordered for Harry specifically. A 6 month anniversary wasn't necessarily the biggest deal in the world but it had meant a lot to her. And to Harry too, supposedly. He had nuzzled her in bed just a few weeks prior talking about how the time had flown by, how they'd been dating for nearly 6 months and how smitten he was with her. How he wanted to do something.

So Y/N had suggested and planned their date. Harry had been all for it, smile wide when she had told him she had managed to make the reservations for the new place they'd been driving past and had been booked up for weeks. It had seemed so perfect.

But now she was sat alone at a table for two, Harry's meal cold and untouched as her own had barely been eaten. The waitress had been exceptionally sweet, though she could see pity in her eyes as she brought her another round of bread and asked if she was alright. Y/N supposed she had seen a few stand ups in her times as a server but not after how animatedly Y/N had shown up and explained her boyfriend would be a bit late and it was their anniversary.

2 hours of waiting she had admitted defeat. Unanswered texts and calls littered Harry's phone but she could see they were delivered. She switched to instagram as she waited for the check and to go boxes when her heart sank.

Clicking on the story of their mutual friend, there in a video of the pub just a few minutes from his flat was Harry. Drinking a pint, laughing, having a good time in the pan around the scene as their friend showed off their fun evening out. It wasn't their fault, of course. They didn't know that this broke her into pieces, but hearing his laugh above the pub chatter had her heart sinking and not lightening as it usually did.

He was out having a ball, forgotten about their night and ignoring, seemingly, his girlfriend as she stupidly waited in a fancy restaurant in a dress and expensive lingerie she had bought as well. The dinner wasn't cheap, none of it was.

The waitress gave her a soft smile as she returned, placing her hand on her shoulder as she saw the tears glittering in her waterline. "I'm sorry your night didn't go as planned. I know it won't make up for it but I snuck a dessert for you in there on me." She gave a gentle squeeze before returning her card to her.

It was when Y/N had already arrived home that she got a call back from Harry.

"Hello?" She timidly answered, feet aching as she kicked off her heels.

"Babe! I saw you called me, what's up? M'sorry, was wearing the thick jeans and I didn't feel it buzz." He apologized. Though when it was silent for a moment he stopped his chuckle and moved into the hallway. She could hear the noises get fainter of the pub chatter. "Y/N? Are you okay?"

A sniffle broke through the line and it made him panic. Harry hated when Y/N cried. "Oi, baby, what's the matter? What's goin' on?" He tried again.

"Do you know what day it is today, Harry?" She whispered, upset beyond belief. He was tipsy and he didn't even seem to know what was wrong. She wasn't sure if that was better or worse.

"Erm... it's Friday? What's tha' got to do with anything?" He was confused, leaning against the wall of the hallway as he tried to gather his bearings.

"The date, Harry. The date." She snipped, anger starting to rise through her hurt. Of course she had been the one to plan it but he had been seemingly excited for it too. She should have known he forgot when she woke up to nothing to other than a morning text.

He froze over the line, exiting the call screen to look at his calendar before freezing.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck.

His throat tightened and his body went cold as he put pieces together. What the date was, why she was upset, and how late it was. Nearly midnight. He had fucked up.

"Oh- fuck. Baby- fuck me." He whispered. "Baby- shit. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." His voice was hoarse, all tipsiness seemingly leaving his body as the shock was enough to sober him up. "Oh my god... shit. The reservations-" he swallowed thickly, slumping back against the wall as he ran a hand down his face.

"Yeah." Her voice was small. "I waited for 2 and a half hours for you."

He had fucked up immensely.

"Angel... Christ, I can't even...." He felt sick. Disappointing her, making her upset was something he never ever wanted to do. Especially when she had been so excited. He had been too, of course, he loved milestones with her. But this one seemed important. Half a year. Both of them together for that long?

And he had just majorly fucked up. If his stomach hurt already for just this information, he couldn't imagine how anxious she had been waiting for him and not getting any texts or calls back. He was at a fucking pub with their mates, clueless.

"And I was in the Restaurant with all these people looking at me with pity, and your food sat cold because I ordered for you..." she sniffled, piercing his heart. His thoughtful fucking girl. "N'I go on instagram and see Hannah's post and see you just laughing at the pub. And...." That broke the tears into a sob, making his body feel physically sick. He'd been the one to upset her this time.

"Oh no... baby, fuck. I'm so sorry. I can't make excuses... I can't bare to hear you cry like that. M'coming to see you, okay? I'll leave-"

"No." She sobbed out. "Don't wanna see you right now. I want to be alone like I was all night anyways. You can't make me feel better right now." She managed out between cries. That hurt worse than anything else to him. Harry could always make it better for her. He hadn't been the cause of such upset before and it was killing him. An oversight of epic proportions on the worst possible day to do so. It wasn't a normal date, it was a huge one.

"Y/N..." he rasped. "I'm sorry. I can't stop saying it. I want to make it better but if you don't want me there I won't come. I feel sick. I never meant to do this. I thought it was in two days... it doesn't make it any better but my days are messed up. Im two days behind in my mind but I should have known better. I had plans for us too..." the flower delivery was scheduled for Sunday, too. Shit. "The flowers! They'll be there on Sunday. I promise im not lying. It doesn't make it any better but I'd never do it on purpose."

That was something she knew, too. Harry wasn't an asshole in general but he got in his head and caught up a lot and she had to pay the consequences. Especially today.

"Okay." Her tired, croaky voice sounded out. "I want to go to bed. I don't... please don't come over, Harry." Harry. Not H. She was really upset.

"I won't. I'll wait in the morning for you to text me, baby angel. Okay? I swear... I am so sorry. I love you so much. I'll be waiting for your text. "