It's almost one in the morning and Harry still isn't home yet. He told you not to wait up, but you can't help it. This is the fourth time this week he's gone out to drink with the guys. But this isn't the first week something like this has happened. You don't have a problem with it, but you wouldn't mind some alone time with him too. You're laying in yours and his bed thinking everything over when you hear him come in and make some noise downstairs. You rolled your eyes while getting out of bed to go help him like you've done countless times before. You walk down the stairs and see the kitchen light on. You walk in to see Harry looking through the fridge, but doesn't notice you're standing in the door way until you clear your throat. It made him jump and he hit his head on the inside of the fridge. He backed out holding the back of his head.
"Wha-What the hell babe? You scared me!" He was slurring and you knew he was drunk. If not drunk at least very tipsy.
"Sorry. Just wanted to see if you needed any help and to make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine. Ju-Just leave me a-alone."
You put your hands up in defense. "Well excuse me for trying to help. Won't bother you again." You started walking out of the kitchen when his words made you stop.
"Wow. Sarcasm? Really (Y/N)? How ma-mature of you."
"Don't even start with me, Styles. I'm not in the mood."
"Oh you're in a mood. When are you not in a mood?" He said while air quoting with his fingers every time he said the word mood. This just pissed you off more and it pretty much sent you over the edge.
"You know what, Harry? I've had enough of your bullshit. You've done nothing but come home drunk and practically ignore me or treat me like dirt and I'm sick of it. I have no problem with you going out with the boys, but i will not stand for you getting drunk all the time and coming home acting like this. I've seen you one night this week and we freaking love to get her! The minute you got home that night you went to bed without saying so much as one word to me! Not to mention this has been going on for weeks now! Not just this week! I miss the old Harry that wouldn't let me go to bed without saying that he loved me and that I was beautiful. The one that would surprise me with flowers when he came home from working all day even when he was exhausted! The one that would treat me like royalty and wouldn't mind not going to drink with the guys practically every night! Where's that Harry?! The Harry I fell in love with!"
He just stood there looking at you for a second without saying anything. You threw your hands up in the air in frustration and groaned. You turned out of the kitchen once more to leave when his words stopped you again.
"Ma-Maybe if you weren't so god damn clingy all the time you would feel differently! You're so needy and a-annoying! I just want to spend some time with my best friends but that doesn't even seem possible! Did you ever think that maybe I want some time away from you?!" You widened your eyes in shock at his words. You could feel tears starting to prick at your eyes, but you refused to let him see you cry. You shook your head holding back the tears. His face immediately dropped when he realized what he said. "Wait, (Y/N). Baby, I didn't mean that. I-"
"I hate you!" You ran upstairs to yours and his bedroom. You could hear him right behind you climbing the stairs. You almost got to the bedroom door when you felt his hand on your arm and spin you around to face him. He looked furious. His nostrils were flaring and his eyebrows were arched inward showing his anger. Next thing you knew he had you pinned to the wall next to your bedroom door. You tried to pull away from his grasp, but he was too strong and it was no use. He leaned closer to your face and your noses were almost touching.
"Say that again babe. I dare you." You knew exactly what he was talking about. You've never told Harry you hated him before, but that was the only word that really came to your head at that moment and honestly it was still kind of there. You were so upset with his words and had no idea that he felt so poorly towards you.
"I hate you," you said in a whisper. He pulled his face back a little to examine your face. Suddenly his lips crash to yours and he gave you a very forceful kiss. You wanted to pull away and reject it, but you found yourself kissing back. You just couldn't help it. This was exactly the kind of reaction you wanted. You wanted him to prove to you that he cares and does love you. The kiss deepened and became really heated. "Jump," he mumbled into your lips and you immediately obeyed. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist and he cupped your bum with his hands. He carried you away from the wall and next thing you knew you were being placed on top of yours and his bed. When you hit the mattress Harry pulled away from the kiss and just stood over you and studied your face. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and looked you deep in the eyes.
"(Y/N), I'm really sorry about what I said down there. None of it was true. I promise. I don't know where it came from, but I'm sure the alcohol in my system isn't helping either. I'm sorry about this week and the weeks before. You're so beautiful and I love you to death. I can't lose you and I hate when we fight babe. Please. Please forgive me and never tell me that you hate me again. My heart can't take it." You were shocked when you realized that he had tears in his eyes. He blinked and one began to roll down his cheek. You quickly reached for it and wiped it away with your thumb. You leaned up and kissed both of his cheeks and then his lips very softly. "It's okay. It's not all your fault. I was overreacting. I don't mind you going out with the guys. I just miss you, that's all. I could never hate you, much less leave you. I wouldn't know what to do without you. I love you too much." He smiled down at you and leaned forward pressing his lips to yours once more. No more words were spoken until after he made love to you. His only words then were how beautiful you are, how he could never live without you and how much he loves you.
