One Direction Preferences

133. You Fight (2) HARRY- HOMEADE! :D

So I just got back from school, and noticed you wanted part 2? so I thought 'why not?'. I hope you enjoy this part, I've decided to do them individually. So, first Harry!

Harry:

You couldn't bare thinking about him, just the sight of him on your phone made tears stream down your face, and it was happening regularly. A notification pops up onto your iPhone screen mentioning:

Twitter:

@Harry_Styles: I just lost the most amazing person in my life thanks to my pathetic ways.

35,348 Retweets 40,348 Favourites

You immediately knew who he was talking about and favorited the tweet. A moment later, another tweet popped up.

@Harry_Styles: Fuck, I miss her so much!

You wanted to move on, it was better for you and needed to take  a break.

One thing he always hated was that you were a Belieber more than a Directioner and you had booked front row seats to Justin's concert. And, they were tonight! You decide to tweet about your excitement, before un following each of the boys.

@Y/T/N: @justinbieber so excited to see you tonight, front row! xxx

@justinbieber: @Y/T/N seeing you there I guess?

You squealed as you got the notification of a new follow from him, you stand up from the sofa. You were only in your sweat pants and a shirt, it was so nearly time and you had to get ready.

You missed Harry.

He missed you.

But you found it too hard to forgive him, he did something terrible and some un-repairable damage to your heart.

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"If I was your boyfriend I'd never let you go!" You screamed jumping up and down, your best friend copying your actions next to you. You'd forgotten to silent your phone when a notification popped up (AGAIN). 

@Harry_Styles: I want her here with me, you guys don't understand how much I miss her. She still has a place in my heart @Y/T/N.

This was when you needed to head back.

@Y/T/N: @Harry_Styles, unfortunately, you don't. Sorry, but I'm not trusting a fucking player again.