Harry Styles Imagines

You leave.

(2013 Harry)

You and Harry have been together for about 8 months. Everything was going so well, until a couple of weeks ago. He would go out every night and come home, early hours of the morning, off his face, drunk. At first, you didn't mind, but when it started getting repetitive, you began to think that he's cheating on you.

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It was 1:06am. Harry was still not home. You yawn and get up from the settee, stretching. You walk over to the kitchen and pour a glass of water. As you got the glass out of the cupboard you heard the front door slam. You take a deep breath and walk back into the hallway.

'Harry?' You ask. He looks up and rolls his eyes, taking off his shoes.

'What' he spits, struggling to take off his shoe.

'Why are you home so late?' You ask, calmly. He finally takes off his shoes and turns to look at you.

'Because i am? I can do whatever I want' he says, rubbing his hand through his hair. You sigh and look down, playing with your fingers.

'Of course you can, Harry. It's just, these past couple of weeks, you come home drunk and late every night. I-i'm starting to get worried about you.' You say, taking a deep breath.

'I'm fine, okay?' He spits. You've had it. You slam your glass down on the table and look at him.

'What the fuck. Is your problem. You come home late every single night. No wait, I should say morning! You're off your face and you're so rude to me! This is not you, Harry. This is not the Harry I fell in love with. I'm so fed up with waiting up for you every night just to be pushed away and treated like dirt!' You say, tears brimming your eyes. You stare into his eyes, which were now a shade of dark green. He growls and storms over to you, making you run into the living room. He backs you up into the corner and puts both arms at the sides of your head.

'I am fucking stressed. Can't you see? ITS YOU who is making me like this. You're the problem. You're so clingy. I need to get out of this damn house and spend my time with my friends and actually have fun' he says, walking upstairs into your bedroom. The door slams shut, making you jump. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

'Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.' You tell yourself, but it didn't work. You begin to sob. You walk over to where your bag and shoes were. You put your shoes on, grab your bag and phone and walk towards the door.

'I should probably leave him a note.' You think to yourself, getting a pen and your notebook.

Dear Harry,

I don't know how much of last night you remember, so I'll just tell you anyways. You came home, drunk..again. You backed me up into the corner and said that you were stressed because of me. That I was clingy and how i'm no fun, that's why you have to go out every night. I am so so sorry for making you feel like this. Harry...I love you, with all of my heart. I hope you know that. But these past couple of weeks..isn't you. I want my Harry back. Until then, i'm leaving. I don't know where to or for how long, but I can't do this anymore Harry. I'm so heartbroken that I don't know what to do. I am so sorry. I love you so much.

Love always,
your Y/N xx

You put down the pen and let a tear roll down your cheek, it falls onto the piece of paper. You take a deep breath and walk out the door, getting in your car. You quickly dial Niall's number.