One Direction Imagines

He comes back. Harry

Thinking back you did not remember what you and Harry had fought about.  But it was enough to make you both mad. Harry went to the kitchen and you went to your room.

You pulled sheets, blankets, and few pillows out and put them on the couch. When you went to the kitchen to tell Harry he was sleeping on the couch he was gone. "Harry!" you yell looking every where in the flat. "Harry! Where are you?" if he was hiding he was not coming out. It could only mean one thing he walked out. He left.

Thinking to yourself, he'll be back. You went to bed. Even though you fought here and there you and Harry loved each other.

At first you wanted him to come back more than anything. You called and texted. He never answered. 

You sat in the flat all day waiting but he never called or came back. Friends come, your mum calls but no one can get you leave. That is all you did for a week.

After that you stopped calling, texing, and waiting. He was not coming back. You were okay with that. You were okay. He had not done anything to get himself in that papers so you could go out and not see him. 

After another week, 2 weeks since he left, you got a call from Harry. Not trusting yourself 100% to be able to hold it together you let it go to voice mail. Maybe you were not as okay as you thought. Yes, your flat made it worse. You come home from any where and you always expect Harry but in truth you know he left.

The call only made in worse you got home looked at everything of Harry left behind and you cried. You went into your room.

When you woke up you heard a knocking at the door.  You check yourself in the mirror, yet you looked like you had been crying no use trying to hide it. 

You opened the door but no one was standing there. Instead Harry was sitting next to the door. His face looked a lot like yours.

He looked up at you tears still in his eyes, "Looks like I'm not the only one who has been crying."

You were going to shut the door. But he stood up and walked in past you. He sat down on the couch and he looked at you. You started to cry where you were standing.  He was too.

"I missed you so much. I don't remember why we fought. All I knew was that I was mad. When I left I thought for sure you would hate me. When you called or texted I thought that maybe you were going to  mad." he said no longer really crying he just had tears rolling down his face.

"You left. It hurt like hell. I wanted you to come back. When you called I thought if I answered it would be like giving you another chance to hurt me again." you said finally sitting down.

"When I called  I wanted you to know that I missed you and to tell if you. And to know if you truly mad at me or if I was only driving myself insane."

You both sat there quiet for a few hour neither of you saying any thing. 

You fell asleep . When you woke up you were in your bed no Harry. When you went into the living room he was on the couch still asleep. So you went to make breakfast. When he woke up he came into the kitchen, "Good morning, even though I slept on the couch that was the best night sleep I have had in the past few weeks." he said standing there awkwardly.

Oddly it was yours too. "I missed you so much. Don't leave again." you said moving to give him a hug and you were not going to let go.