♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

When I was your man.

"You never take me with you anywhere, You never want people to see me with you! I'm part of this relationship too!" I yelled at him, tears streaming down my face.

He rolled his eyes, putting his jacket on and examining his appearance in the mirror.

"Stop being such a drama queen. I just don't like people knowing that I'm dating someone who isn't a celebrity." He casually said, running a hand through his hair.

"What the Fu.ck, Harry?" I hissed, my eyes widening at him casual confession.

"What?" He asked, shrugging.

"What do you mean? So you're ashamed to be with me?" I asked him, tears starting to build up in my eyes.

"No, stop twisting my words. I meant that being with someone who isn't rich or stunning isn't the best image for the public and for me. Also, I don't want people thinking we're serious." He explained, turning around to look at me.

"So I'm not good enough for you?" I said, my voice cracking.

"I don't have time for this shit, Hazel." He snapped. He glanced at his appearance one last time before grabbing his phone and walking out of the room.

"Bye." He spat, and not even seconds later I heard the door keys  jiggling.

"If you walk out of that door, don't expect me to be here when you come back!" I yelled after him, walking out of the room and coming face to face with him.

"Watch me." He snapped, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

"Fine then." I said softly.

It has been going on for a few months now. I've been feeling worthless and unwanted every single day because of him.

That's not how it's supposed to be, is it?

But this time, I've finally realised that it's over. He doesn't need me or want me around anymore.

I need to go out and explore this world instead of sitting at Home and expecting him to come back to me some day, the old Harry.

The one that got replaced by this Ignorant, selfish, self- centred, Fu.cked up in the head bastard.

"I need to get out of here." I whispered to myself.

I went to the room that me and him were screaming at each other in, not even minutes ago.

I opened my drawers, closet and basically everything I owned in that room and I threw them in some random suitcase I found in the closet. I took my jacket, putting it on and looking at myself in the mirror, tears sliding down my cheeks.

Pictures of me and him were stuck all around the mirror and that only made it worse. I reached out, removing one of the pictures from when me and him first started dating. I started at it abit, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

Those were the days.

I put the picture in my pocket and I took of the necklace he bought me on our anniversary, along with the promise ring he gave me on our second month of dating.

I took out a sticky note, Scribbling a few words on it and putting it under the things I'm leaving behind.

I took my suitcase, putting my shoes on and started walking down the small hallway we have in between the rooms.

I looked around, feeling really emotional because I'm leaving the place I've called home for the past five years.

I'm surely going to miss this place.