"God damn it Harry! Why do you have to be like this?"
"I-I don't know. I'm sorry, Y/N."
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It's been 2 months since you and Harry split and went your own directions. He told you that he "didn't feel the same anymore", but you knew that wasn't true, there was something else that led him to that decision.
You've tried your best to move on, but everything just goes back to Harry. God, you miss him like crazy, you'd give anything just to see him again.
The boys have kept in contact with you, calling you every so often to check up on how you've been. You've always said you've been doing fine; but that's a total lie.
The only thing that circles your mind is how Harry is doing. Is he crying himself to sleep every night, regretting the decision of leaving you? Or is he out in the pubs, igniting his drinking problem again and hooking up with girls in short dresses? You itch to know, and you're so tempted to ask the boys that question, but you have to move on.
It's a lazy Saturday night. Your favourite movie is projected off the TV and you're surrounded by popcorn and chocolates. This is really what you needed, just a relaxing night.
You suddenly hear a knock on the door. You groan and push everything off you before going downstairs.
You unlock the door to reveal Niall. "Oh hey Nia-" Your eyes drop to see a worn out Harry, with his flimsy arms slung over Niall's shoulders.
"Hey Y/N." Niall says awkwardly. "What, is he doing here?" You say, glaring at Niall. Niall takes a step back before beginning, "He's drunk Y/N. I couldn't think of anywhere else to keep him for the night. My apartment is getting renovations and-"
"So you want him, to stay here." You cut him off. "Yeah..." Niall responds awkwardly. You curse under your breath, knowing that his isn't going to help getting over Harry when he's right here at your doorstep.
"Could you at least bring him up to the guest room?" You sigh, "That's the least you could do considering that you literally brought my ex here." You glare at him and he smiles awkwardly. You let him in and sigh heavily as he drags Harry up the stairs and plops him on the cold guest bed.
He comes back down again before thanking you. "You owe me." You say coldly and he walks back to his car.
You shut the door and sigh for the millionth time. Why does this have to happen now out of all times?
You make your way back upstairs to check on Harry. You see him spread across the bed, completely knocked out. You grab a blanket and throw it over him, not bothering to cover him properly.
You head back downstairs to make yourself a cup of tea to try and calm yourself from all of your raging emotions.
Harry's POV
I slowly awaken, stretching my limbs before adjusting to the light that was shining through the curtains. I squint and study my surroundings. This place looks oddly familiar...
I get up, my feet hitting the cold wooden floors. Is this... is this Y/N's house?
My heart suddenly skips a beat at the thought of Y/N being here. "This must me a dream." I mutter. My head starts to spin and I suddenly hit my toe against the protruding edge of the wall. "Nope- fuck, not a dream." I breathe out before continuing to walk around the house.
My instincts automatically lead me to Y/N's room. I peak around the corner, and there she is. A sleeping beauty surrounded by snacks, her favourite movie and a blanket that's barely covering her.
