Harry Styles Imagines

13- Unhappy

I lay on the couch looking through Instagram waiting for my boyfriend, Harry, to come home. It was only 10pm but it felt like 3am because I was so exhausted.

A little while later, I hear the door opening. I rolled my eyes because I knew it was Harry, which I kind of didn't wanna deal with him at the moment.

"Ugh, your up." He slurred slightly. Great, he's drunk. Just what I needed.

"Well duh I'm awake. I've been waiting on you to come home. I wanted to make sure your okay." I said sitting up on the couch where I was.

Harry plopped down in the chair across from me. "Well you shouldn't have waited for me. you can leave now." Those words stung me a little. He's never been like this.

"I'm not going anywhere." I said looking at him trying not to tear up.

"Yes you are. I'm not happy anymore. Why do you think I'm always out with other people and never at home with you." He said looking me in the eyes. I was really confused.

"Well why didn't you just tell me? You could have told me instead of making me sit here all the time worried about you. It would have been nice." I said looking down, now tearing up. I couldn't help it anymore.

Harry got up "Oh well I didn't think about it." Harry said walking upstairs trying to ignore this whole conversation.

"Thanks for wasting two years of my life" I got up and grabbed my keys. "I'll be back to get my stuff later!" I yell up to him and immediately walk out the door.

I sat in my car balling my eyes out before I decided to drive off. Leaving the love of my life behind.