Basically the life I dream of having if I was lonely and needed Harry to give me love.
One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles.
Y/N - Your name because you're the cutest
Y/N was convinced that returning to the airbase took only half as much time as the journey to reach the campsite. She hated hiking, even more so after this trip, but she had places to be so she charged down the trail all the way back to the airbase. The clouds overhead seemed to mirror her anger, morphing into shades of grey, empathising with her mood.
"Y/N, Harry went back earlier this morning. We came back from the bonfire and he was hyperventilating and shit. Thought he was gonna pass out so me and Pat went to get him some water but when we got back he was gone." Sonny had told her when she had asked why Harry was missing.
Y/N's mind instantly went to the night she had woken up to one of Harry's nightmares. She wondered whether or not that had something to do with his sudden disappearance. However, it didn't seem to cool the anger she felt that seemingly continued to grow with every fueled step she took back towards Offutt.
As she made it out of the clearing, she noticed a figure sitting under a tree in the distance. She paused, squinting her eyes and immediately recognising those broad shoulders and that head full of brunette curls. Now that she could finally see him, she wondered if it would be better to just let him sit and wallow in whatever guilt he may or may not be feeling but she considered confronting things like this as self-care and she wouldn't allow herself to return home without knowing why she had woken up alone this morning.
She ignored the droplets of rain that began to fall slowly from the sky. Instead, she trudged through the slightly muddy grass. Y/N caught his head turn as though he sensed her incoming. He shot up, standing tall and began to walk towards her.
Harry couldn't even react when he saw the anger radiating from her face. He knew what he had done and there was no good reason for it, "Y/N-"
When she was finally in front of him, Y/N took a deep breath to steady herself. "Don't ever disrespect me like that again," she said firmly, her voice carrying her emotions. Then, turning away, she began to walk away from him.
She felt a hand wrap around her wrist but she tugged it, breaking free from his grip, "No," She turned around to face him, "You walk away from me, I walk away from you." It's what she planned to do all along, make him realise how much it hurt to have someone turn their back on you.
Harry's heart seemed to crack as her voice trembled, "Y/N,"
"Why?" Her bottom lip wobbled but she held her breath, trying to be stronger than him, "Why would you do that? Y'know, I've put a lot of faith in you Harry, I trusted you. People labelled you so many things and I always backed you up but that was just...Mean. You are being mean."
