Harry Styles One Shot Collections

Backsliding

You jumped at the sound of the front door slamming behind him. That was the last time you had seen him or heard from him. The day of yet another fight that lead to him walking away, again. It was the same exact cycle with the two of you. Everything would be perfect and good until it wasn't and then one of you would leave. And then you would find your back to the other.

You both loved hard and fought harder. Whenever you two fought, you both took the lowest blows towards the other. No one ever won and the two of you only felt and made things worse. You both knew it was a toxic relationship, which is why you both declared to be done with each other after the last time.

There would be no going back and for a while, you actually believed it was over. You were seeing someone else and so was he. You both knew about it because the tabloids were all over it. You weren't sure why you felt your heart sink into your chest when you saw photos of him and his new rumored girlfriend together. You were with someone else too. You were happy right?

Then why were you laying there in your bed thinking of him? The person you promised yourself you would never see again because of every time. you did it ended worse than the time before that. Yet, here you were. You felt a tear falling down your cheek and onto the fabric of your pillow.

Seriously? You were crying over him again. You hadn't done that in months. So, why now? You forced yourself out of bed and went down to the kitchen. You needed a drink, maybe that would help take your mind off of things and allow you to get some much-needed rest.

**

Harry sighed as he stared at the contact list in his phone. He took a sip of his wine as the record player went into the next song. He shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be staring at your number in his phone. Hell, your number shouldn't even be in his phone because he was supposed to delete the second he walked out of the door, slamming it behind him.

But he couldn't.

He was with someone else, sort of. Yeah, he had been dating someone, but they hadn't really seen one another or spoken in a few weeks, so as far as he was concerned there was no longer a "them." Maybe that's why he was considered calling you. He didn't want to be alone... he needed someone.

Deep down though, he knew that wasn't the reason. He was in love with you and has been since as long as he's known you. But it was so fucking hard to make the relationship work. Between being apart most of the year thanks to both of you being touring artists, the rumors that would swirl around just by standing next to someone else, and then, of course, there was the part where both of you were stubborn as fuck and always wanted to be right.

All of that just didn't mix well, especially when you both had a history with one another. Every word, both good and bad, that you two uttered to one another somehow carried over every time. He sighed downing the rest of his wine and sat the glass onto the table next to him.

"Fuck it," he said before pressing the phone button on your contact.

**

Just as you poured yourself some wine from the fridge, the sound of your phone ringing made you jump.

"Who the fuck is calling this late at night?" you mumbled grabbing it from the counter.

You nearly dropped the glass you were holding when you saw Harry's name flash across the screen. Yes, you were supposed to both delete and block his number, but every time you tried to do it, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You took a large sip of your wine before sliding to answer the call.

"Hello?" You answered.

Ten minutes later your doorbell rang. You gulped back the knot in your throat as you made your way towards the front door. The doorknob felt cool against your sweaty palms as you unlocked and opened the door. Harry stood there, glowing in the porch light. He looked mostly the same as when you last saw him except there was a bit of stubble on his face and his hair was maybe an inch or two longer.