Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

48.) No More Us

**WARNING: VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE**

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What he was doing to you wasn't fair; sleepless nights, lonely days, and zero interaction with Harry. He'd leave long before you'd wake from your slumber and come home to find you buried under the duvet or sat on the couch waiting for his arrival. But he never dared to say a word when he came in because he knew you'd begin to ask questions.

And tonight was another one of those nights. You woke up to an empty spot beside you, something you'd grown used to lately. When you tried to call his phone, he wouldn't answer and eventually it went straight to voicemail. He never told you where he was going and it'd be a lucky day if he said anything to you when he got back.

Now all you could do was wait up and hope he'd be back soon.

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"Are you sure this is a good idea? You know she won't be too happy about this," Louis mumbled from beside Harry, his arms crossed over his chest.

"She can't tell me what I can and can't do, Louis," he glared over at him before turning his attention back to the motorcycle in front of him.

"Yeah, but she's still your fiancé and she deserves to know. What if something happens to you?"

"Nothing's going to happen to me," he sighed. "God, you're starting to sound like her. Are you going to keep it at your place or not?"

"Whatever, Harry. But when she finds out about it, don't drag me into this mess." Louis shook his head, clearly disappointed in Harry as he continued to eye the bike.

"Yeah, yeah. All you have to do is keep quiet and I can handle the rest." He turned his head to be met with the owner of shop, a smile on his face.

"Is there something I can help you with, gentlemen?" He politely asked, his hands folded in front of him.

"Actually, yes."

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"I don't know, Mom. He's just been acting so weird," you sighed, your hand rubbing your face.

"What do you mean by weird?" Her voice rang through the receiver, clearly worried about the current situation.

"I mean he's going out all day and he barely even talks to me," you fell silent for a moment. "I don't know what I did wrong."

"Hey hey, nobody said it's your fault so don't go on and start blaming yourself now. What does he say when he talks to you? Do you ask him where he's been?"

"I do, but he'll avoid it and tell me he's had a long day and goes straight to sleep," your fingers began to trace patterns against the sheets on the large bed. "I'm scared, Mom. I'm really scared."

"What're you scared of, sweetheart?"

You felt the tears began to prick your eyes and you had to close them for a moment, biting down on your bottom lip tightly to stop them from falling.

"I...I think he might be cheating on me."

It was quiet for a few moments, the only sound between the two of you were ragged breaths. It was true; the only thing you could think would occupy him for so long would be another woman. But he proposed to you months ago, why would he turn his back against you?

"Don't say that, darling. Harry loves you, we both know that. Maybe something at work is stressing him out or something might be bugging him. Sit down and talk to him about it, okay? I don't want you to jump to conclusions only for it to end up being something silly. He's your soon-to-be husband after all."