(Imagine 8)
Anniversary?:
Your eyes fluttered open as you turned to see an empty bed. Weirdly, you walk towards the bathroom brushing your teeth and washing your hair; you race downstairs with present in hand, ready to surprise Harry - when you enter the kitchen, there was no one and nothing, not even a note.
As if on cue, your phone lit up;
Niall: Happy Anniversary (Y/S/N)! [Your/Ship/Name]
A sad smile spread across your lips as you texted back a thank you, the boys were soon to follow wishing you and Harry a happy anniversary, yet the one person you wanted to hear that from was no where to be found.
Maybe he was just planning something romantic, like he always did. But as noon rolled around, you knew that it wasn't going to happen. Harry walked in through the front door as you finished making yourself a sandwich.
"Hey babe," He hummed, grabbing the sandwich from your plate and giving in a huge bite. "Sorry about running out so early, I had some errands to do."
"What kind of errands?" You tried hiding your smile as you hopped onto the kitchen's island.
"Band stuff, Lou and I just went to go get some hair products and necessities for the tour bus." Harry said finishing the sandwich you made. "I'm really happy," Harry says wrapping his arms around your waist. You snuggled closer into the crook of his neck, "Its been so long."
"It has been," You smiled, ready to take the present out when Harry starts his other sentence.
"Tour is like in less than a week, and I can not wait!"
You felt as if your heart dropped and plowed through the tile floor and into the ground. Tears swelled in your eyes as you raced up stairs. He ran after you, "(Y/N)!"
locking the door behind you, you fall onto the bed tears streaming down your face.
"I'm going to miss you too, kitten, but we'll get through it." Harry said behind the door, "Like we always do."
You walk out, with a small backpack in hand. "Do you know what day it is, Harry?"
"Thursday?"
Fresh new tears cascaded down your face, "Yeah, its Thursday."
"Baby," Harry began, "Is it?"
"Is what, Harry?!"
"The time of the month?" He questioned looking into your eyes, you cried even harder at how your boyfriend knew nothing about you.
"No Harry," You cried, "Its just Thursday."
And with that you walked out and into your car, driving down the street; thinking of a place where you could seek refuge.
-Harry's P/O/V-
I stared at the door (Y/N) just walked out. What's with her? Is she fine? Sighing I was just about to enter when I spotted a present; nicely wrapped, with a white bow - which is (Y/N)'s signature. She must've wrapped the present.
On the outside, in her perfect writing, it said to: Harry from; (Y/N) and a crooked little heart next to her heart. I unwrapped the present, to find a CD. Curiously, I placed it in the disc player.
(Y/N) appeared in the video, my boxers and one of my oversized t-shirt which fell of her shoulder. "Hey Harry!" She smiled waving at the camera, "Today is June 25 here in sunny Los Angeles and you're currently on tour; and I miss you so much."
She sadly smiled, "But I'm recording this now because I just cant wait!"
Her hands wrapped around a ukulele, which we bought together in Italy. (Y/N) began to strum, then to sing.
"Don't you worry there, my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills"
She giggled, messing up on a few strings. Her voice was angelic as she smiled to the camera, "I'm not pop star; like you, but this comes from the heart."
"Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean,"
(Y/N) winked, laughing a bit making my heart beat faster.
"Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I."
She strummed the last note, grinning like an idiot. "Harry," She smiled, "Happy Anniversary, I really hoped you like my sucky singing, but its all fro you."
Anniversary?! Today was our anniversary, how stupid was I to fucking forget. Still watching the video, she began to say how much she cared and adored me; and in reality, I didn't give her the care and love back.
"I love you!" She laughed running to shut the camera off.
The screen went blank, but the song kept playing as pictures of us came on. Some pictures from the paparazzi, of us making funny faces and flicking them off. My hand dug into my pocket, searching for my phone. Once I found it, I immediately dialed her number.
And on the fifth ring, I knew she wasn't going to pick up. The second time I called it went straight to her voicemail; hey you've reached (Y/N) and..stop Harry! Jesus, stop, that tickles. Ahahaha, well I'll give you a call back when I'm not being attacked with tickles. Bai!
This brought tears to my eyes, maybe I've just lost the best thing in my life.
(y/n)
