One Direction Imagines/Preferences

When I Was Your Man - Harry

*Your POV* 

“Harry...” you whined. You and Harry were dating and he’d just gotten back from tour. He was up and active but tonight was a close friend of the two of you, Ed Sheeran’s, party. Harry had promised to take you months ago, before he even left for tour. You just wanted to go and dance and have fun for a night with Harry after not having seen him in so long. 

“What?” he angrily snapped. You were all dressed up in a short navy blue strapless dress and black platform peep-toe heels with your hair done nicely and your make up natural. You’d been dating for over a year but he was away on his world tour for a large portion of it. But even before he left he’d been acting a bit distant, never as into anything as you were and it hurt a little bit. 

He’d never really take you out to do something fun and you loved to dance but he’d never take you to a party or club despite him knowing. There’d been several occasions where you’d come home to the flat you two shared and find flowers on the the doorstep or inside and you’d get excited and blush but then you realised they weren’t from Harry and weren’t for you. You’d told him on your first date that you loved it when guys took an interest in what you liked and did it and you told him you liked it when guys got you flowers, especially red roses. But he never did. Not even for your anniversary. 

He’d had plenty of opportunities to come home and see you on tour but he chose to go to another city or go on a short holiday with the boys and leave you alone at home. You asked if he was coming home to see once when he had a large break and he said that he needed to see his family and he’d stop by while you were at work and grab his stuff, almost like he was avoiding you. 

“The party’s tonight. Ed’s. You said you’d take me,” you reminded him, not wanting to anger him. 

“Sorry babe, I’m tired.” 

“Come on Harry... I wanna go dancing,” you said with a smile on your face. 

“Let it go! Fuckin hell I just got back from tour give it a bloody rest!” he snapped, the smile quickly falling from your face. 

“There’s no need to snap at me Harry,” you defended yourself. 

“Arghhh... fuck off!” he groaned. 

“You know what Harry. Fine. I’ll go alone,” you picked up your bag and turned back around to face him. “And just so you know, I thought having you back from tour would be a nice thing, that I’d enjoy having you back at home. But I guess I was wrong. I feel like you don’t want to be around my anymore Harry, like you’re avoiding me. You obviously don’t want to be around me so maybe I shouldn’t be here,” I saw a look of almost panic cover his face and he sat up straight on the couch. “If you don’t want to come home to see me after you’ve been away for so long and I miss you, then maybe I just shouldn’t miss you. You barely called or texted me, left me hanging. You’ve never given me a second thought, just known that I was here waiting for you. Well I’m done with doing that. I’m gonna go out tonight to the party and dance because I want to. Don’t expect me home tonight. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick up my stuff,” you turned on your heel and walked out of the flat, tears threatening to pour out. You blinked them back. ‘He is not going to ruin tonight for me’ you thought. 

You sauntered down the steps, half hoping Harry would come and chase after you and apologise and tell you he loves you, but as you looked over your shoulder at the flat, you realised he didn’t care. He wasn’t coming because he didn’t care about you or your relationship. He’d driven you away and now he had to realise that he can’t just walk all over you. 

When you got to the party, a lot of people asked where Harry was. You told them that he was at home, tired from tour and they understood. You danced just like you wanted to, ending up dancing with a really hot guy that had came up to you and asked ‘what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?’ You spent the night dancing and talking to him.