Harry Styles Imagines

55 - Bad days

PERSONAL IMAGINE

BAD DAYS

 

                                                     "...and he is just, I don't know, so distant lately. Harry barely talks with me. He just goes straight to bed or grabs some food and watches TV. I can't even remember what we spoke last about," I tell my friend, "And now he is three hours too late. I'm worried."

 Suddenly I hear someone walking through the door, "Oh, I guess, he's home. I have to hang up now. Thanks for listening. Bye."

 Carefully, I put my phone down and enter the foyer to see Harry taking his shoes and jacket off. The dark circles underneath his eyes became an even darker shade and his face has an unhealthy touch of grey.

 "Hello Harry."

 "Yeah, hi. Hi, Victoria." Harry mumbles, "Work was great." And with those words he passes me as if I weren't even there. Harry walks straight into the bedroom and slams the door shut.

 Fiddling with my fingers I walk up to the door and knock which is ridiculous since it is my bedroom as well but I feel like I'm disturbing him if I won't knock. Harry doesn't give a response so I use my knocking as a sign for him that I'm about to walk in.

 Silently I open the door and peek inside our bedroom. Harry lies fully clothed on the bed and keeps his face hidden in the pillows. I carefully take a place on the bed and let my fingers travel up and down his spine.

 "What is wrong, Harry? You're being different lately."

 "Let me sleep."

 "Hey, you know you can talk to me."

 "I really wanna be alone right now." Harry says once again and I would do everything to make happy but I also want the best for him and I feel like leaving him alone would not be the best for him.

 "I've left you alone for the past weeks. I think, you've been alone enough." I tell him and Harry shakes his head without lifting it from the pillow.

 "What do you not understand when I tell you to leave me alone?"

 "I don't understand why you want me to leave," I say and lay down next to him, my hand still resting on his back, "You know, I'm here for you, Harry, but you're pushing me away and I don't know why. Is it my fault?"

 "No, it's not." Harry mumbles and finally turns his head so he faces me.

 "Then what is wrong?"

 "Victoria, Jesus Christ, just leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you now, I don't wanna see you now. I just wanna be alone and sleep, okay? Thank you." Harry says and his tired eyes look at me.

 "I just wanted to help, I'm sorry," I mumble and get up but not before placing a light kiss on his curly hair, "I love you."

 I get up from the bed and quietly close the door. I sigh when I walk back into the living room to sit down on the couch. I don't know what is going on with Harry and it seems that he is going to be like this for a bit longer.

 It is exhausting. He is not doing anything but the feeling of helplessness is exhausting.

 A thin voice tears me out of my doze and when I open my eyes I see Harry crossing the small space to the couch. Aimlessly, he plops down next to me and buries his face in the crook of my neck. I immediately react and shift around so it's comfortable for the two of us. Both my arms are wrapped around his broad body.

 "I'm sorry for being so...I don't know, for being so—"

 "Distant?"

 "Yeah." Harry mumbles in my neck, "I'm just...everything is stressing me out. Management, the tour...I mean even when I have a few days off I still have to work. It's like I can never escape this for a day completely. When I go out there are fans everywhere. I mean, I love them, I really do and I love...all this but I'm exhausted."

  I stay silent. What could I possibly say to him? Words won't make him less exhausted. So I just hold him and I'm just happy that he allowed himself to finally talk to me.

 "And when I come home, there is you. Don't get me wrong. But the world outside my home is exhausting me and when I come home you expect me to jump around and do exciting things with you while I just wanna lay down and sleep." Harry explains to me and I do understand where he's coming from but his word sort of hurt, though.

 "Okay, I understand and I'm sorry for expecting things you're too tired to do," I say and nod, "But what does that mean now? Do you wanna end us?"

 "No! No, I don't want to break up with you. I love you but just...bear with me until I found enough energy again to be fully...to not be—" Harry's has struggles finding the right words.

 "As much of a ghost as you were the past weeks?"

 "Yeah, probably." Harry answers and smiles at me.

 "Okay, I can do that. I give you as much time as you need," I say and grin at him, "But before you go back to bed I want you to kiss me. I don't think I can remember how your kisses feel."

 Harry leans in and intertwines his hands behind my back, pulling me closer. He rubs his nose on mine and I watch him smile with closed eyes before he presses his lips against my own. I'd love to sigh because the kiss feels like all the kisses we shared before yet it feels completely different. But instead I return the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck.

 "I love you and I'm sorry for all the distance I brought between us," Harry says after we ended our kiss, "Can you lie down with me?"

 "I'm not very tired actually..."

 "No, just lie down and just—I don't know—Just stay with me?" Harry asks innocent and I nod. Together we go into our bedroom and while Harry quickly fall asleep, I admire him and am just happy that he allowed himself to get rid of the distance that was brought between us.

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