Changing (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 5 -This Was Passion. This Was Love

Chapter 5- This Was Passion. This Was Love.

 

July 8th

I slid off my grey skinny jeans and pulled off my lime green tank top. I hobbled over into Harry's wardrobe in my bare feet. I pulled out an old brown, faded t-shirt. It came just below my bum.

I walked over to Harry's king bed and collapsed. It's was only 9:30pm but I was knackered.

Harry said he was taking me out a seven tonight. But instead he didn't. He hasn't even sent a text...

Before I knew it I was fast asleep.

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"Baby wake up." A voice said quietly. I groaned and fluttered open my eyes slowly. There standing was Harry. I sighed. "I waited." I said as I sat up. I ran my fingers through my hair. "I know and I'm beyond fucking sorry okay? I got caught up and-" "-Caught up where?" I questioned. "The studio." He mumbled. "So the studio is now more important than me?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "I didn't say that Tay." He said sighing. "No but it was implied." I stated. "It's not just me singing Taylor. It's the whole band! If I'm not there then I get in shit for it!" He said raising his voice slightly. "Harry! We basically haven't seen eachother since the awards in Toronto because of you! You're always in the bloody stud-" I stopped talking when I read the large numbers on the neon digital clock behind him. "It's 2am." I whispered, shocked that he was home so late. Harry sighed. "You were in the studio today from 2pm till 2am!?" I said my voice getting louder. "Taylor plea-" he reached out towards me. "Don't fucking touch me!" I said strictly. He backed away and threw his hands in the air.

"I CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT FOR YOU CAN I?" He screamed.

"Harry we haven't had a single moment together! I wanna spend time with YOU." I said as I hugged the pillow my head was resting on moments before.

"TAYLOR! I try! And I try! I'm busy! I'm famous! I have a tour coming up in months time Taylor! It's difficult as fuck!" He said. Rage in his voice. I bit my lip and looked at my trembling fingers.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

The room was silent for moments. You would be able to hear a pin drop.  

The awkward air. It was so thick. Thick enough to cut...

"Ah god damn it. I'm the sorry one Taylor. I didn't mean to yell." He whispered. I looked up at him. I nodded.

"I'll be going home now." I said swinging my legs over the bed.

"No stay. With me. Tonight." He said grabbing my wrist. "Promise not to yell at me again. I-It was scary." I whispered in all honesty. "I'm sorry pretty girl." I nodded.