Harry Styles Imagines

#22 I Wasn't Right

There must've been fear written across my features because upon opening the door, Harry's expression softens. I couldn't believe it was actually him. The person who left and took pieces of my heart along with him. Before my mind has time to catch up, I'm turning to leave. It was stupid for wanting to come this evening in the first place.

Like old times, he gently grabs my arm and pulls me inside. A lump grows in my throat. It's not long before tears are streaming down my face. When it comes to him, I always managed to cry so easily. It was something I absolutely hated it.

"Tell me what's wrong, Y/N? Why are you here?" He asks, tone genuine. When he pulls me closer, I don't even bother pulling away from him. I knew I wasn't leaving tonight without explaining to him. So in other words, there was really no use.

Not saying anything, I nervously take a look around his apartment. Not much has changed since our breakup a couple weeks ago. Everything was in the same place, except for one thing. The quilt I made him; his eight month anniversary gift from me. Instead of being his bedroom, it was in a ball on the couch. Had he been using it?

We should still be together and he knows it. We let a stupid accident get the best of us.

"I have to go," the words just leave my mouth.

This time, I do manage to get away. The worst part is, he doesn't try to stop me. Sobbing now, I storm all the way to parking lot, then greeted by the frigid air of winter. Being the stupid person I was, I didn't even have a jacket. When I go in my back pocket for my keys, I realize their absence. Fuck.

In defeat, I sit beside my car and swiftly pull my knees up to my chest. My nose was running and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably. There was no way I was back tracking to find them. My heart was too weak for that. Maybe I could peacefully die here instead.

"Hey, you," his voice says lowly. I hesitantly look up, and there he is towering over me. "You dropped these." He dangles my keys for me to see. I cast my gaze away from him and let out a pained whine. I couldn't help but reminisce all the amazing places he used to drive us. Even our midnight snack runs were worth remembering. He made made them worth remembering.

I wanted him back more than anything. I wanted us back. My world without him has been so utterly bland. Long days consist of coming home to nothing, and restless nights are deafeningly silent. Never before have I dreaded the rest of forever. Now I see. I don't want him, I need him. And I need him before I end up destroying myself.

"Harry I--"

"Here, stand up, love." He holds out his hand and I take it. When I'm at my full height he looks into my eyes. "Please come inside. We can talk," he insists. I would've said no if it wasn't for his hopeful tone.

The second we enter his apartment, he pushes me against the wall. His eyes are filled with something. I don't know what. "Harry," I whisper. He shakes his head. "This isn't right." My voice comes out cracked and defeated.

"Y/N." He runs a gentle finger down my cheek. "I wasn't right for breaking up with you. This is all my fault," he admits. There were tears brimming in his eyes. Harry never cried. He'll get sad, but never to the point of tears.

I don't know what to say. Is this even happening right now? "Where do we stand?" I decide to ask. He runs his finger over my bottom lip, making me shiver.

"A work in progress, I guess."

TO BE CONTINUED...