One Direction Preferences

One Shot- "I'll do anything." Harry+Erica.

("I'll do anything." Harry one shot for Erica.)

Erica's POV:

I never thought this day would happen, I never thought that I would get so mad at someone I love. I never thought that I would tell them to leave me, never.

Harry crumpled the white material of his shirt in his large hands; gripping so hard his knuckles went white. All in anger. He caused himself to be like this. He caused himself to be so angry, he caused his luscious green eyes to turn into evil pools of peril. They stared into my own which were brimmed with glossy tears. I never liked fighting with Harry. It wasn't even my fault. Harry never liked to take the blame for things. That's what always pissed me off. "You know what?" I said after ten minutes of silence, we were just staring at each other with hate. "I want you out." I spat at him. He looked at me, his eyes immediately going softer after hearing those words, "Erica, please. I'll do anything. Please don't kick me out." His voice started to sound muffled by all the oncoming tears. "No Harry. I've had enough. All you give me is crap, then don't even take the blame for it!" He started to walk forward; he tried to wrap his fingers around in my brown hair. I had nothing of it, I pushed him away. "Out." I muttered, "Just get out." His eyes started overflowing with salted tears, knowing that I had won this one. Knowing that he was not getting his way this time. He held my hand, he held it soft. Was I going to miss that? Yeah. I was giving something up that I couldn't go a day without. He looked at me, trying to stall himself. More and more tears were escaping his eyes, now turned back soft and caring. I put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around, pushing his back in the direction of the door. I opened it for him and pushed him out. Outside a few fans were stood looking in on the situation. He looked back at me, he was going to say something else but I shut the door in his face. I ran upstairs and opened the wardrobe doors in our room, full of Harry's clothes and belongings. Before I did anything else I walked over to the window to see Harry looking up willingly, I wanted to get back at him. I wanted to make him embarrassed in front of the fans that were stood watching. I didn't throw his clothes out of the window, I wouldn't dream of that. But the things that were in boxes or bags I threw. They swiftly glided down and landed with a thud on the grass below. Everything he had that wasn't clothing I threw out. He begged and pleaded for me to stop, not caring that the fans saw him acting so soft. I ignored him the whole time; I didn't want to look at him because I knew if I did, I would give in.

**1 WEEK LATER** I was sat on the settee, watching a man on the television drabble on about global warming. Everything he was saying just went in through my left ear and out my right. I didn't even process any of it. All I could think about was what happened last week. The way he looked up at me with pleasing eyes as if to say, "Please just let me back in. Please." The fans left soon after Harry gathered his belongings. My hair was up in a bun, I wasn't wearing anything appealing, I looked a mess basically. This was how I'd been for the past week. It was paining me. I didn't know if the relationship was over, or we were just taking a breather from each other's company. Whatever we were doing it was slowly killing me. My eyes got heavier with every weary blink I took, eventually I fell asleep, only to be awakened by the sound of the front door unlocking. I jolted up, alarmed that I might be in the middle of a robbery. But all my worries faded when I was met with a pair of eyes the same color as my own. "How did you-" I started to ask him a question, but he pulled a key out of his back pocket, "Spare key." He finished my sentence for me, he always did that, sometimes it would be annoying, but mostly I just laughed. I was stunned to see him stood at the door; I didn't think he was going to come back. I wanted him to come back of course, but I wasn't going to beg him to come back. "I'm.." I tried to speak, trust me. Only the first word came out then I cracked, hot tears ran down my cheeks, followed by more and more and more. Harry saw how upset I clearly was and ran over to me, bringing me into a hug. All of his clothes were still in the wardrobe upstairs, so he must've been wearing one of the boys' clothes. How I knew? They didn't smell like him. I was just glad that I had him back here with me. We didn't say anything else to each other, we didn't share a kiss. We just sat, enjoying each other's company.

**This is my first one shot and I was confused, normally I'm used to writing in present tense so to write in past was confusing! Haha, tomorrow I will try and update a preference, then another preference then maybe on Monday I will upload the next one shot. So I will do preferences, then one shot, then so on so on. So you might have to wait a few days if you requested a one shot. I WILL PROMISE I WILL DO THEM! Hold that against me. Haha, 4+votes for the preference. I know that this is a one shot for a certain person, but other people can still read them! Taking no more requests, look out in future for the requests to be open again, please dont request anymore!**