Shades Of Styles

Harry or Your Career

Harrys pov
I pick up the ring and sigh, I fucked up.
"(Y/n) wait!!" I call after her. I run down the stairs and run to her car.
"(Y/N) I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm so sorry." I grab the door, as she gets in.
"No Harry, I got it. Im too busy to marry you. My job is so important to me, and you dont care. As long as I'm up your butt all the time...Harry do you realize how selfish you were when you said that I should wait to marry you till I could be with you all the time. Well Harry, I can't always be with you. I have a job, I have a life outside of our relationship." She looks up at me.
"(Y/N). I didnt mean it. I just miss you so much. We've been together for 6 years, we shouldn't give that up." I urge.
"Sounded like you wanted to give it up about 4 minutes ago."
"I dont want to give you up...I don't want to give us up."
"Harry...I don't want to look at you right now. You really hurt me, I'll be back in a week...you better hope its not to pick up my things." When shes done talking, it feels like she punched me in the stomach and I can't breath. She pulls the car door from my hand, slams it and drives off, leaving me speechless.

"What happened?" Louis asks when I come back inside.
"We...I think we broke up." Pulling the ring up to show him, fighting back the tears that brim in my eyes.
"Oh...oh my god." He sighs, sitting down in shock. "You guys have been together for 6 years, I can't believe its over"
"I fucked up Lou. I fucked up bad" I clear my throat.
"Well what happened? You could fix it" he looks at me as I sit down.
"She just...I used her career against her...I told her that we shouldn't get married until...shes ready to spend all her time with me"
"Harry, why the fuck did you say that to her? She's been living her dream and you want to take it away from her."
"Shes always gone!! I never get to spend time with her, ever! We're supposed to be getting married! We never get time together anymore!"
"Harry, I understand why she fucking left, that's selfish of you."
"So you're agreeing with her!?!" He shouts.
"Why shouldn't I? You fucking act like her whole life should revolve around you."
"Well no, but fuck..." I groan.
"We can fix this, shes leaving, when?"
"Tomorrow..." I ruffle my hair.
"Then just show up to the airport and tell her your sorry."
"I dont know if thats going to work...I just tried to apologize she left anyways."
"Well try again, you love her and want her back right?"
"Of course, shes the love of my life."
"Then try again. Try harder this time"
"Fuck...fine. Fuck. I'm such a fucking idiot!" I tug at my hair.

Next day (6am)
As I race through the airport, holding the ring in my hand, everything feels in slow motion. I push people away, hearing many degrading things from those people but I don't care, I have to get to her, I love her and if she gets on that plane without knowing how much I fully support her and want her to be happy Ill hate myself.
Last night she came home to pack and refused to talk to me the whole time, to make sure I stayed away whilst she was there she brought her best friend who said if I came near her she would do things I dont even want to think about.
I hear the woman on the intercom tell the airport that the flight for Vegas is about to board and I swear my hearts going a million miles a minutes, butterflies fill my stomach, the thoughts I have are, what if I dont catch her in time? What if she rejects me? What if she already moved on?
And then I see her, her hair thrown in a messy bun, her clothes wrinkled and worn out, no make up, tear stained cheek, eyes tired from lack of sleep; her left thumb rubbing over the spot her ring use to be, she wipes her face with the opposite hand-shes been crying.
After my long pause of seeing her, I picky feet up and race them across the floor, shouting her name. She turns and sees me as soon as I stop in front of her.
"Harry what-?" She almost asks but I cut her off.
"You don't have to say anything, just listen. Last night I fucked up, I fucked up and I am so sorry. And I know, no amount of apologizes are going to fix what I said and how I acted but (y/n), I love you. Fuck...I love you so much and the last thing I want to do is lose you over some stupid shit I didn't mean. And I know you probably can't trust me right now, and I understand...so I'll just say this-no matter what you do in life, no matter how many trips you have to go on, no matter how many movies you make, no matter how many months you're away, no matter how many rumors get started about us, nothing will stop me from loving and supporting you, so thats why-" I get down on my knee and show her the ring, I can't believe I'm doing this again. "I'm done here on my knee- asking you -again- to marry me, be my wife because in any parallel universe, in any galaxy, I choose you, I will always choose you....so what do you say? Will you say yes...again?" I finish and I watch ad tears brim in her eyes and spill down her cheeks. She wipes them away.
"Of course, yes...always yes Harry" she chokes out and the crowd of people clap and cheer as I slide the ring on her hand a second time, stand up, pick her up off the floor and spin her around. Then I let her back down and kiss her lips.
"I love you so much, last night was so terrible. I needed that, thank you" she kisses me again. "Now, can you handle me going to Vegas for a week?" She raises her eyebrow.
"Of course, cause I'm going with" I smirk and her eyebrows furrow, Louis comes in behind me and hands me my bag, ticket and passport. "I mean...if thats okay with you?" I ask.
"Of course Harry!" She hugs me.
"Why didn't we think of this before?" I joke. "Could have saved us a day of crying and no sleep"
She laughs and rolls her eyes playfully at me as the intercom lady tells us to board now. I take my luggage in one hand and my lady in the other and walk towards the tunnel happily.

The End.