Hendall Setup
"Do you really have to go tonight, Harry?" You groaned, trying to pull him back into bed.
"Yeah, baby. I'm sorry but I do." He said, escaping your grasp and heading to get ready. "Management is forcing me to. Trust me, I'd much rather spend my day with you but they need me to be with her. They want us to promote their new season and our new album, love."
"I just, I don't think it's fair, Harry. You get to walk around town with her and act like a happy couple when we don't even get to do those things just because your management doesn't like me."
"They do like you, y/n." He said, slipping on a black shirt on dark skinny jeans. "They just need me to do this publicity stunt and then it's done. I'll never have to see her again and we can be happy together without any distractions." He leaned down to kiss you. "I'll be back after the awards show tonight."
And with that, he was gone.
***
"C'mon, Harry's been talking about you all day, y/n. He'll be happy to see you." Louis said, trying to convince you to going him at the awards show that they were attending tonight.
"But, if I go, I'll have to deal with watching Harry with Kendall all night and I don-"
"But if you do go," Louis interrupted you. "Harry will be more focused on you and you won't have to deal with the pain of watching them together. Now, c'mon, go get ready. Wear that white dress that Harry loves!" He called out as you went to change.
***
You did just as Louis said and put on Harry's favorite dress of yours and met them outside the red carpet.
"Y/n!" Louis called out to you causing Harry's head to whip towards your direction. "Over here!"
All of them welcomed you, besides Harry. "What are you doing here?" He said, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you out of everyone's sight.
"Louis told me to come. And besides, I thought you'd want me to come." You said though it sounded more like a question.
"Kendall is here. People are going to suspect things, y/n. God, how can you be so stupid?" His voice didn't even falter as he insulted you.
Your entire mood changed as soon as he said that. How could he say that, you thought. "I should go..." You mumbled, pulling your wrist out of his tightening grip.
Your heels clicked as you hurried away from him.
"Y/n?!" Louis called out as he saw you running past them with your head down. "What happened? Did he make you cry?" His voice lowered as he caught up with you.
You hadn't even realized that you were crying until Louis reached out and wiped them away from your face and you slowly nodded to answer his previous question. "I should go, Louis. He doesn't want me here; all I did was embarrass myself."
You didn't even wait to hear his reply, quickly running away from everything; Louis, the other boys, the nosy paparazzi and, most importantly, Harry.
That was a complete waste of time. I should even have gone to surprise him; you thought when you entered your shared apartment with Harry.
The only thing on your mind was that Harry would soon return here and you didn't want to see him-not yet at least. So you quickly kicked off your heel, ran up the stairs to remove the beautiful dress and began to pack your things. You could only find one suitcase so you decided to take only the most important things right now-clothes, electronics, chargers and other things.
"This is it." You said, sighing as you sipped the suitcase.
"What's it?"
The voice caused you to jump as you turned to see Harry leaning against the door frame, blocking you exit, as he looked at you with a hurt expression on his face.
"What are you doing with that?" He said, though he knew and feared the answer.
"I-I'm leaving, Harry. I don't think it's best for me to be here tonight." You tugged to suitcase off the bed and attempted to move around him.
"No," He said, pushed the suitcase away from you and lifting you off the ground and into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. "You're not leaving me. I didn't mean anything I said. I was being an asshole back there and I was just worried about what would happen if they found out that I'm not single. I was worried about you." He sighed, burying his head into your hair. "I don't want you to get hate; you don't deserve it and you definitely didn't deserve anything that I said to you."
"You were a bit harsh back there." You agreed, you fingers tangling in his hair.
"And I'm sorry for that." He mumbled. "Just please, please, don't leave me. I don't know what I'll do if I ever lost you especially over something that's this stupid."
You moved your legs, signaling for him to set you back down. He unwillingly did so, pulling you close to him as soon as you were set down. "I forgive you, Harry. Can we just go lay down, I have a massive headache because of all this."
Harry nodded enthusiastically, overjoyed that he convinced you to not leave him. "Maybe I can show you just how sorry I truly am, y/n." He whispered in your ear as you pulled him towards the bed.
