Setting your phone down, you took a deep breath.
To say that the last week had been stressful for you, was an understatement.
You just wanted someone to cuddle with, someone to tell you that everything would be fine and it would all go back to normal. You just wanted somebody there.
It's not like Harry knew that you had barely any sleep all week. That you had cried out of frustration so many times this week you lost count.
You couldn't blame him though. His career was demanding, and you knew exactly what you were getting into the day you said yes to being his girlfriend.
By the time Harry came home, you were asleep for work in the morning. By the time you woke up, Harry was already out the door to the studio or an interview.
Harry tried to text throughout the day, but he could only do so much when he was busy.
Your work was letting people go, since they couldn't afford having so many workers. You knew you were on that list since you were one of the newest recruits to the team, so it was only understandable that they were going to let you go before they let someone else who had worked there for years.
One of your closest friends had let things slip to the press about Harry and your's relationship. Nothing serious, but enough for you to cut her off. You thought she was a great friend, but was there no one you could trust anymore?
Your phone buzzing on the coffee table in front of you brought you out of your thoughts. It was your parents calling.
Picking up, the first think you heard was a sniffle from the other side of the phone.
"Mom? Dad? Are you okay?" You asked through the phone.
Your fathers voice sounded through the phone first.
"Yeah, we're okay sweetie. Your grandfather on the other hand..."
You knew exactly what your father was going to say. Your grandpa hadn't been doing the best the last few months. In and out of the hospital, breathing kept getting harder for him to do, he was just getting worse by the day. It was only a matter of time and you knew it.
"He passed, a few minutes ago." Your father spoke with a soft voice.
You felt horrible. You wanted nothing more than to be at home, with your family, but you couldn't just fly home. Maybe even curl up in a ball and sink into the world. You lived in California with Harry now, and that's how it was.
You talked to your parents for a few more minutes before hanging up.
You let a sob rip through your body. Not knowing what else to do. You didn't cry much on the phone; in an attempt not to make your mom cry more than she already was.
You felt horrible that you hadn't called him in months. You could've said goodbye. You could've at least told him you loved him one more time.
Wiping your tears after a few minutes, you stood up to collect yourself the best you could.
Grabbing a bottle of cold water out of the fridge, you took a few sips before hearing the front door open and close. Indicating that Harry arrived home.
You didn't want to talk about you're grandfather until you could tell Harry without sobbing. You knew he wouldn't be able to understand you if you were crying that harshly.
"Baby, are you still up?" Harry spoke. Noticing the glow of the kitchen lights from the front door made him smile.
He kicked off his shoes in a hurry, wanting to see his girl who he felt like he hadn't seen in years.
He rounded the corner with a smile plastered on his face, a smile that quickly faded when his green eyes met your red, tear stained cheeks.
"(Y/N), what's wrong? Are yeh' alrigh'?" He asked quickly. Walking over to where you stood next to the island in the kitchen.
You nodded before taking another sip of water.
"What happened?" He asked, searching your face for any type of answer.
You didn't know what it was. You didn't know where it came from, you were usually so understanding of Harry and what his job did, but something inside you exploded. You were downright furious.
"It's not like you've been home to find out." You snapped harshly.
Harry's eyes widened at this, since neither one of you ever really snapped at one another.
"That's not my fault. Yeh' know how demanding my job is." He backfired. Still, he stayed calm because he knew you were upset for some reason.
"Harry I'm not stupid! I know that. But you haven't been home all week!" You said bitterly, starting to walk around him.
His arm came out to stop you, going across your stomach.
"I know yeh' only sayin' that shit because yeh' upset. Now tell me what happened. Quit snapping at me." He spoke.
His tone was quite odd. He was harsh enough to show you he didn't approve of the things you said, but still soft enough to let you know that he understood and wanted you to talk to him.
You practically lost it at this point. Sobs racking your body.
Harry was more than surprised at this, but none the less wrapped his arms around you quickly.
A hand going into your hair to play with it. Something he knew that'd calm you down.
"Shh, 'm sorry I haven't been home this week. Been busy. But tell me what happened yeah?"
You managed to choke out the news of your grandfather. Adding on that you were going to lose your job, and mumbling about your friend.
"Baby, 'm so sorry he's gone. I know I told Jeff I'd do the studio one more day, but it'll have to wait. I'll book a flight back to (Your home town) once yeh' calm down, and we'll go. I want yeh' to be able to say goodbye." He spoke, a thumb on your cheek, whipping away the tear you had let fallen.
"And Yeh' can get another job. Until then, like I always tell yeh', what's mine is yehrs." He smiled down.
"And (Y/F/N) doesn't deserve such a good friend. Trading our privacy for a little cash. Yeh' need someone better than her anyway." He spoke calmly. His arms still rubbing circles on your back.
You tried your best to send a smile towards him in a silent thank you. Laying your head in the crook of his neck. You felt defeated.
Your favorite quote has always been, "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times. If one only remembers to turn on the light." -A.D.
Harry, was your light. He reminded you of all the good things in the world, even when it seemed the darkest. No matter how stressed you were, and you couldn't thank him enough for that.
