BFF. Harry Styles Imagine

The Fight

8 months go by in this amazing relationship. I thought it was amazing but Harry thought different. He became very short with me, he stopped coming over, he even missed 5 important dates! I needed to know what was happening.

I called him but got no answer, so I called Zayn: "Hey Zayn ummm have you seen Harry?" "(Y/N) no I haven't. What's wrong?" "He hasn't been himself lately." I heard the front door slam and quickly hung up.

"Who was that." harry asked. "It was Zayn. I was calling to check up on you." "Well I don't need you to check up on me and you wouldn't turn to my friends to 'check on me'" his voice got louder.

What was happening to my boyfriend? I know I didn't do anything that I know of. "Harry what's wrong." I went to touch him "Please tell me."

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I've never seen this side of him before. "Nothing is wrong with me! Now leave me the hell alone."

I was shocked. More so hurt at the fact he yelled at me for no reason. I watched him go up the stairs and slam the door... this isn't like him he's never this way to anyone. I heard yelling from the room so I ran upstairs and put my ear on the door.

"NO IM NOT BREAKING UP WITH HER! I DONT CARE I LOVE HER!" A long silence has me on the edge of my seat (not literally) "TELL MANAGEMENT TO KISS MY ASS! YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME BREAK UP WITH HER. KICK ME OUT THE BAND I DONT CARE DAMMIT!" the phone was slammed down on the wooden floor. I ran downstairs and sat on the couch and heard Harry stomp downstairs into the kitchen. Swearing and breaking glasses as silent tears roll down my cheeks.

Management wanted him to break up with me. They don't think I'm pretty because I have light brown hair that cascades down my back, light blue eyes, a killer smile, and a curvy body. They want him to date blondes with blue eyes. Sorry I can't be like them it wasn't in my parents genes when I was made. They have him set up with women who can't love him the way I do.

"(Y/N)!" "Y-yes?" I felt him walk up behind me. "Are you crying?" I couldn't look at him because he knew all along that management would want us to break up because I'm "not his type" if I wasn't his "type" we wouldn't be in an 8 month relationship.

I shook my head no. "Don't lie to me!" I look him dead in the eyes "You knew this whole time what they would try to make you do. You didn't tell me." "What was I suppose to say "Oh babe by the way management wants us to break up?" he raises his eyebrows at me. "I don't even know what to say to you right now Harry!" he was about to say something but I cut him off and went upstairs.

I started to pace back & forth in our room to figure out what I was going to do. If they want me gone then I'll leave. I go to the bathroom and pull out some scissors I had in the drawer and opened them. In my head I kept saying how much I loved Harry and how much he meant to me.

*Knock knock* That was all I heard before I began to slice my throat.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

"Y/N OPEN THE DOOR!" I kicked the door down and found my girlfriend in a pool of blood. I ran over to her and tried to stop her from bleeding while I called 911. She did this because of me. She tried to kill herself because of me.

*At the hospital* (Still his P.O.V)

I sat in the waiting room while they did whatever to fix her. It seemed like AGES before the I was told I could go in and see her. As soon as I stepped through the door and saw her beautiful, usually glowing face pale, I couldn't keep the tears in anymore.

They rolled down my cheek and I walked up to her. She was asleep. I sighed and held her hand. "Im sorry".. I whispered, "its all my fault.." I kissed her hand and drew a shaky breath. "If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time. You know I'll be your life, your voice, your reason to be my love my heart is breathing for this moment in time, I'll find the words to say. Before you leave me today."

I sang quietly to her, hoping not to wake her. "Please wake up. I love you. I don't want to be why you leave, please stay." My phone rings and its Niall. "How is she haz?" "Fine. She's fine. Niall I got to go the doctor is coming in." I hang up as the doctor entered.

"Mr.Styles she's lucky to be alive. If it wasn't for you she would be dead." It was because of me she was about to die. "Thanks. When can she come home?" "In a couple of days."

Just then management called me and asked me if I broke up with her. Clearly I didn't break up with her because she's the only one who is made for me, not anyone else.