A collection of One-Shots I've written over the years.
There's a mix of all topics and concepts. Most are single posts, but a few may be more than one. I'll number them so you know! :)
One would think that being a "normal" girl and dating one of the biggest celebrities at the moment would be a difficult thing. You wouldn't lie and say that it wasn't because for most of your relationship was long distance. He would be on tour, you would be focusing on your own career. You were able to join him on tour occasionally but no longer than a few weeks at a time. Let's just say that you two spent more time away from each other than seeing one another while he was on tour. However, you were hoping that all that was going to change now that One Direction wasn't touring for at least the next year, but apparently, you were wrong.
Harry had just left for LA a few days ago and what was only supposed to be about a two-week trip tops, was turning into his usual length of stay there from the phone conversation you had late last night. You knew that he loved it there, hell you loved it too, but you didn't have the ability to just up and fly where you wanted. It wasn't that you couldn't afford it because while you weren't making the amount of money that Harry makes, you weren't making a good amount of money. It's just hard taking time off of work. You had a steady dream job that required you to be at work, in the office, working all week long.
You were at home, watching Netflix and drinking some tea when you got a notification on your phone. You click on the link to twitter and see that you had been tagged by quite a few people. You see it's a video, reposted from Snapchat or something. It was from Glenn's and you could see Harry in the background talking with people. He wasn't the center of the video, but you couldn't miss that he was there. You're not exactly sure what set you off, but you were fuming.
You were sitting at home in your flat by yourself, while he was out having the time of his life with friends.
You grab your phone and instantly call Harry. He doesn't answer, which causes you to be even more pissed off, so you leave a message.
"You know, I'm really tired of being your second choice, Harry. I'm sorry that I'm not some celebrity or have this job where I can come and go and do as I fucking please, but it would be nice to know that my boyfriend wouldn't prefer to be thousands of miles away from me. I get it that we're not married and you don't have to be here, but I would like to think that after going years without us seeing each other for months on end that we would be able to spend time together now. However, that's not the case. If you don't want to be with me, then fine, just end it because I would rather not be with you then to be left here by myself while you go and live your life without me." You say as both angry and sad tears stream down your face.
It's been a few days since you left that message on Harry's voicemail. The day after you left it, is when Harry called you, however, you didn't answer it. You hadn't answered any of his calls or texts since that night. Part of you knew that giving him the silent treatment was a bit childish, but you mostly just wanted him to get that feeling that you had about him being gone.
You were cooking yourself some dinner when you hear the front door being opened. There were only a few people besides you, who had a key to your flat, your mom, Harry, and Gemma. You knew that your Mom and Gemma would both call before coming over and they both wouldn't use the key to come in. You sigh knowing that it was probably Harry. You heard him drop his bag next to the door, along with his keys before walking towards the kitchen.
"Do you want to tell me what the hell is going on with you?" Harry says.
You don't say anything as you stir your food around in the pot.
"Are you really doing this right now?" Harry asks. "First, you leave a bizarre and confusing voicemail on my phone and then when I try to call you to clear it up, you don't answer. Now, I decide to fly thousands of miles to you, so that we can talk about this face to face, yet you're still ignoring me."
"I didn't ask you to fly back." You say. "You chose to do that. Just like you chose to fly out there in the first place."
He sighs running his hands over his face. "So, you're telling me that you're pissed.. this pissed just because I went to LA?"
"Yes!" You say. "Yes, I am and it's not just simply because you went to LA, Harry. It's because you always go there. Whenever you don't have to be somewhere else or you don't have to be here, you just book a flight and go. You don't care about what I'm doing or if I can go. It's only about you."
He sighs. "Y/N. That's not true. I just know that you can't travel as much as I do, and I wanted to go see my friends for a bit. I didn't realize that was a crime."
"I never said it was and I get that you have friends over there, but it just sucks okay?" You sigh sadly. "It's bad enough that you're most of the year on tour and then as soon as you're done, you come home for maybe a few days or weeks and then you leave again. I feel like you don't even care to spend time with me, so I'm sorry if that makes me feel like you don't want to be with me because you prefer the life and the friends that you have over there. My life, my job, my friends, and my family are here and I can't just up leave it because you want to go somewhere."
Harry walked over towards you to wrap his arms around you. "Baby, why didn't you ever tell me how you felt before?"
"Because I felt like if you really wanted to be here, you would be." You sniffle.
"Well, I feel like a complete dick of a boyfriend." He sighs kissing your head. "And I feel like doing this now, would seem a little like I'm trying to bribe you or something, and I was hoping to do this more romantically, but there is a reason why I've been going back and forth to LA a lot more lately." He says.
You look up at him curiously and confused.
"And it's not to be away from you. That is honestly the last thing that I want." He says. "But I went because I was working on a special project."
He leaves the kitchen for a bit and comes back with something in his hand. "I contacted a jewelry designer and I've meeting going over to meet with them because I wanted this to be perfect." He whispers bringing out a small velvet box.
He opens it up to reveal a diamond ring. You gasp looking up at him. "Is that-"
"Yes, it's an engagement ring." He whispers.
"Oh my god." You say.
"Y/N, I'm sorry that I've made you feel like you have, but baby I love you so much and I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, will you marry me?" He whispers.
You sniffle nodding quickly before jumping into his arms. He laughs holding you tightly as he spins you around. "I love you." You whisper.
"I love you too." He whispers before putting the ring on your finger and leaning down to kiss you.
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