Harry Styles One Shot Collections

He Keeps Standing You Up

"I can't believe you forgot!" You yell at your husband, Harry, after he walks into the front door.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I got held up at the studio." He sighs.

"And normally I would get that, but Harry we've had these plans for weeks!" You sigh. "Do you know how awkward it was being the third wheel?"

He sighs. "What more do you want me to say? I'm sorry, I told you I would meet you there and I did!"

"Yeah, after the waitress brought the check." You mumble. "You missed the entire night."

"Why are you so upset about this?" He sighs. "I only forgot this one time."

"No, you haven't! This is the third thing you have forgotten ever since you started back in the studio." You say.

"W-what? No, it's not." He says.

"Yes, it is." You say. "The first time, we were supposed to meet my parents for lunch. The second time we were supposed to go furniture shopping for the new house. and now this!" You say.

"Y/N... I don't know what else to say! I'm sorry! But you know how it can be when I'm writing and recording." He says.

"Yeah, I do, but I'm you're wife now, Harry. I'm not just your girlfriend, who has her own life and things to do. We're married and we have a life together, which means we have commitments together!" You yell.

"It won't happen again. We can reschedule." He sighs. "It's not a big deal."

"It is to me!" You yell at him. "It's like anything that's important to me isn't important to you or you just don't care."

"That's not true, dammit!" He says. "Don't put fucking words in my mouth!"

"Don't curse at me!" You yell.

"I'm not cursing at you! I just cursed!" He groans.

"Whatever. I'm done with this conversation. Your ass can sleep on the couch tonight, or better yet, why don't you just go back to the studio. That seems to be where you want to be these days." You say before going to your bedroom and slamming the door.

Harry groans frustrated walking over to the bedroom door. He tries to open it, but it's locked.

"Fucking..." He mumbles.

"What do you want?" You yell when you hear him trying to open the door.

"I need to change and my pillow. A blanket would be nice too." He scoffs.

You grab his stuff and open the door to throw everything at him. "There, happy!" You say.

Harry grabs the pillow, blanket, and clothes before heading over to the couch. Tonight would be a perfect night to actually have a guest room with a bed in it. After changing and laying the blanket out on the couch, Harry lays down. He flips and turns for over an hour before falling asleep.

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The next morning, Harry wakes up before you. His back was a mess and he felt miserable after the fight from last night. He felt bad not resolving it last night or this morning, so it was on his mind all day.

"What's wrong with you?" Liam asks.

"I slept on the couch last night. Y/N and I had a fight." Harry sighs.

"Damn, what did you do to get the couch treatment?" Liam asks.

"I've been a shit husband." He mumbles. "I missed a lot of things with Y/N over the past few weeks. She's tired of it."

"Understandable. I mean you have been at the studio a lot." Liam states.

"I know, but this is my job. I can't just clock in and out, like a nine to five." He says.

"True, but she's your wife, mate," Liam says. "She's not asking you to be home every night, just to be there when you say you're going to be there."

Harry sighs. "I don't know how to make this right, Liam. I've said I'm sorry, I don't know what else to do."

"Maybe she doesn't want you to do anything or say anything. Maybe she just wants you to be there and keep your word from now on." Liam says.

"You know what, I think I know just the thing." Harry smiles.

As soon as the last meeting was over, Harry left. He stopped by and got a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers and some takeout from your favorite restaurant. He was going to make this night all about you. He wanted to show you that you were important to him and that he would keep his promise from here on out.

When Harry pulled into the driveway, he noticed your car was gone. He gets into the house and puts the flowers in a vase and the food on the counter. He looks around the kitchen and bedroom to see if you left a note about where you were when he notices something on the table near his side of the bed. He walks over and sees that your wedding rings were laying on the table.

Everything that you said to him last night about how you were feeling came flooding back to him as he held your rings in his hands.

"No.." He whispers. "Y/N.."

He quickly grabs his phone and calls you, when he hears the front door open. He immediately runs towards the door with your rings still in his hands.

"Y/N!" He shouts.

"What? I'm right here." You say walking in with grocery bags. You look up at him and see that he has tears in his eyes. "What? What's happened? Are you okay?" You say putting down the bags and walking over to him.

"I-I was so.." He whispers holding out your rings. "I thought you left me.."

You look up at him sadly. "No, Harry, I'm sorry. I was cleaning today and I took off my rings so I wouldn't scratch them. I needed to get some things from the store and I forgot to put them back on." You whisper. "Why would you even think that I would leave you?"

"Because of our fight last night." He sighs. "You were really hurt and I've been a shit husband."

"Harry, married couples fight, but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave you. And yes I was hurt because sometimes I feel like I come second to your career and that's fine. I knew what I was getting into when we got together, but it's nice to feel like a priority every once and awhile. " You whisper.

Harry sighs sadly. "But you are my priority, baby. I love you so much and I'm sorry that I've ever made you feel like you weren't." He sniffles.

"It's okay." You say wiping his tears. "I'm just being selfish. The past year when we just had each other and I didn't have to share you with anyone else... I just have to get used to sharing you again."

He laughs a bit. "You're still my number one and favorite." He smiles. "And I promise I'm going to miss a date or any sort of plans that we make."

"And I promise to be a little bit more understanding in case you ever have to be super late again." You giggle.

He laughs wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you." You whisper.

"I love you, too." He smiles. 'And I believe these belong to you." He smirks putting your rings back on. "Try not to leave these lying around again. I rather not have my heart break into a million pieces again."

"Well, I guess I'm just going to have to put it back together, huh?" You giggle.

"Hmm. Guess so, Mrs. Styles." He smirks. "Shall we go to the bedroom?"

"After you finish bringing in the rest of the groceries from the car." You smirk.

"Ugh, fine." He laughs. "But first can I at least have a kiss?"

"Course." You smile leaning up to give him a quick kiss. He smiles against your lips before you pull away with a smirk. He rolls his eyes laughing before heading outside to get the rest of the bags.