Harry Styles Imagines

Close As Strangers Part 1

This imagine isn't mine

Time and distance are delicate subjects for Harry, as they always seemed to be the two differing factors that cause problems in life.

Most of his time, unfortunately, is spent in Los Angeles, a grand distance away from you. You were never one to complain about it, you knew what you were getting into when dating him and understood the parameters of his job description.

It is not until distance begins to show in your relationship that you become concerned.

Lately, Harry has been making less of an effort to keep up with things. He wouldn't call you as much as you two normally talked, texts are on occasion. FaceTimes are a rarity now, having to be scheduled days ahead. The last in-depth conversation you held with him was two months ago, about change.

There was always the same excuses, he is busy and there is a time difference. He'd try to comfort you with words of love but you believed them less every time.

Sometimes it felt like his work and social life were more important than your relationship, but you'd never tell him that.

On his last journey home, you figured he would be a hundred percent yours, or at least eighty when he was with his family.

But he wasn't, he was hardly even around.

You remember shooting down your weekend plans as a couple right away.

"So, erm, I thought we could go bowling in Bloomsbury, yeah? I called Liam and Sophia, they're free if you're up for it."

"Can't, love, I told Jonathan I'd be having a night out with him and the others."

You swallowed hard at the rejection but knew that those guys are his childhood friends so you were eased.

For the rest of the weekend, Harry was MIA as well. On occasion, he called to tell you where he was, the location was never with you.

You tore up inside, everyday becoming increasingly difficult to bear without him even acknowledging you. You didn't want to be the one to have to demand him spend time with you, but it's unfair that you don't get any of his attention whatsoever. You told yourself that you'd talk to him about it his next trip around, which lead you to where you are now.

"Harry?" You beckon out to your empty living room. You had left to run some errands, not really wanting to wake up from his nap.

"In here!" Harry replies from the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" You chuckle, watching him glance back and forth between two patterned shirts.

"Night out with some friends from LA."

"Now?" You ask, a bit baffled by the answer.

"Yeah, they went on a spontaneous visit wanted to see the city." He finishes buttoning the printed shirt, smoothing it out with his hands.

Oh. He didn't even bother to invite you.

You shake your head to yourself, arms crossed subconsciously.

"Were you planning on taking me as well?"

Harry juts his lip out as he hasn't really thought about it.

"N-No.. I just sort of assumed you wanted to stay in since you usually do after work."

He's right. Dammit.

"You alright, darling?" Harry catches your silence, gazing at you from across the room.

Not really, no.