Little Imagines

2nd chance (Devin and Harry)

Lately yours and Harry’s relationship has been strained. He comes home late from the club almost every night, drunk. You two spend less and less time together and you even started fighting. Most of the time the fights are just really stupid things. Tonight was the same thing.

Harry was three hours late from spending the day with boys at the club. Make matters worse he had forgotten it was your first anniversary. You had planned a nice dinner of his favorite foods and even wore a dress he bought you a long time ago, which you never wore since the black fabric clung tightly to your body a bit more than you liked.The food was cold and had been put away an hour ago. The dress was no longer on and you had switched it for sweats and one of his old tee’s. A tub of ice cream sat in front of you, while Grease played. Your favorite scene had just come on when you hear the front door slam.

Harry stumbles in being supported by Liam and Zayn. You stand up and just point to the stairs. Liam and Zayn try to get Harry upstairs, but he protests and pulls from the two.

“No. I’m gonna stay down here” He slurs. Zayn sighs and heads toward the door, throwing an apologetic look at you before going to the car.

Liam puts his hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure you’ll be okay? I can take him back to my place.”

You sigh, looking at the figure rummaging in the fridge now. “ No, it’s fine. I’ll talk to you later Li.”

He smiles a little down at you, giving you a hug before going outside to meet Zayn. You turn around to face Harry who was glaring at you from the kitchen door. “ What was that?” He says his voice filled slightly with anger.

“What are you talking about Styles?” You say copying his glare.

“That hug.” He says. His eyes darken.

You sigh knowing where this is going. “It was just a hug. Nothing more.”

“Your cheatin on me aren’t you! With my best friend!” He says stepping till he’s a foot away.

“I am not Harry. It was a hug!” You say backing up a bit.

“ I see the way you look at him! Why don’t you just go back with your boyfriend.”

“You are my boyfriend Harry.”

“Not any more.” He says coldly. You feel your heart split in two.

“Fine. I’ll be back tomorrow for my stuff.” You reply, wiping the tears that threatened to fall down your face. You grab your purse and your phone, going to the door. You turn around to face the boy you thought loved you and say,” Happy Anniversary by the way. Your present’s on the table.” With that you’re outside calling Liam.

~1 week later~

You've been staying over at Liam's house for the last week. Liam never asked you to do anything, just letting you do what you wanted, though it was mostly just sitting in front of the blank tv. Harry tried to text you and call you every minute , so you just turned off your phone, not wanting to hear what he had to say. You slept in the guest bedroom normally crying yourself to sleep.

Today, you wake up to the sound of yelling downstairs. Your phone sat on the bed side table, blinking, which meant that a message had come. You turned it on to find not one, but 232 messages and 56 calls from Harry.

You don’t even look through them, deleting every one. The yelling downstairs hadn’t stopped. Grabbing one of Liams hoodies he lent you since all your clothes were still at Harry’s house, you walked downstairs. You stop on the middle step, sitting down and just listening.

“ Liam! Please let me see her!”

“You idiot! You think she wants to see you after you broke up with her?!”

“I was drunk!”

“That’s a terrible excuse! You broke her damn heart Harry!”

“I need to fix it! Please!”

“No, Harry. She needs to be left alone.”

“I don’t care. I’m going to see her!”  Harry comes into the room. He stops when he see’s you. He was a mess. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, his hair was a mess, he looked as if he hadn’t ate and looked like he hadn’t slept at all.

“Devin.... Please forgive me.”

Liam runs in after him and mouths I’m sorry. He turns to push Harry out, but you clear your throat, causing him to turn around.

“I want to talk to him...” You say softly. Liam nods his head and shoots a look at Harry, which could have been ‘I’m gonna kill you if you hurt her again.’ look.

Harry turns to you and goes up the steps. “ Please forgive me. “

“Why should I Harry? You broke up with me, drunk and you had forgotten our first anniversary.”

“ I know. I am a hundred percent sorry about that. I don’t know why I acted like I did. When you left I fell asleep on the couch,” You roll your eyes, but he continues “ When I woke up, I couldn’t find you and I saw the present on the table.” He holds up the two dog chains you had made, with the day you first met and when Harry asked you out printed on it and on one it said in big print. “I’m His” and on the other  “I’m Hers”  It wasn’t much, but you thought it would be a great thing to maybe strengthen your relationship.

You feel tears well up.” Yeah, well, maybe I was wrong. I’m not yours.”

Harry sits on the step below yours and wipes a tear away. “ Please let me try to be yours. I can’t lose you.”

“But it isn’t going to work.... With you continuing to go out and drink and the fighting.”

“I know. I’ll stop drinking. I’ll stop the fighting. I never remember what we start fighting about anyway. Please.... I need you.” His own eyes were starting to water up and you felt yourself pulled into his eyes. The same eyes you fell in love with a year ago...

“I don’t know... It’s going to take a lot to make up for that.”

“Then let me start now.” Harry said.

You look at the boy and see the mess he is. He really wanted to change, to make things better.

“You promise things will get better?” You ask.

He nods his head, his curls bouncing a little. “ I promise.”

You sigh. Nodding your head in response.

He smiles a little, reaching to give you a hug. You give in and hold him tight, glad to be in his arms again.