Harry Styles One Shot Collections

It'll Be Alright

Every time Harry closed his eyes, all he could see were the words he found on your phone.

"I think I love you."

"No, I know that I love you."

"I want to kiss you again."

"Please... meet me tonight."

Those messages weren't from him but from someone else. Someone he knew. Someone he thought was his friend. Not the closest of friends, but someone he definitely considered a friend. It was bad enough seeing that someone else was in love with you, just like he was, but knowing that person had kissed you... and you never told him.

The only reason you had to not tell him was that you felt the same way.

The break up happened over a month ago and he still wasn't over it. Hell, he barely went out or spoke to his friends. He mostly stayed at his place listening to breakup songs on his record player while he downed beer after beer.

Which lead him to a nearby pub to meet up with Niall, who was in town, mostly because he was out of beer at his place and he didn't feel like making a run to the store. When he got there, Niall already had a spot and a beer waiting on him.

"Hey, mate," Niall said.

"Hey," Harry said sitting down.

"How ya doin'?" he asked.

"Fucking peachy," Harry mumbled taking a sip of his beer.

"How long as it been?" Niall asked.

"A month..." he sighed.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Niall asked.

"I don't get it, mate," Harry sniffled. "I thought what we had was special... I loved her... fuck, I still love her."

Niall ordered some more beers, "Didn't she cheat on you?"

"She said she didn't...She said he kissed her, but she didn't kiss him back or that she had feelings for him, but only after I confronted her about it. She denied it at first and then finally came clean about everything. Her keeping it from me makes me think she was at least a little confused about her feelings," he whispered.

"I'm really sorry, H," Niall said running his hand on his back.

"I was gonna propose to her," he laughed. "I bought the ring and everything. She was the one... at least I thought she was."

"Man, that sucks, I hate you're going through this mate, I do, but it's been a month. And you still feel like utter shit. It's obvious the drinking and the sulking isn't working. You need to start trying to move on. You deserve to be happy and you will be one day when you find that person," he said.

"But what if she was that person, Niall," Harry sighed. "What if she's the person I'm supposed to be with, but I'm not her person?"

Niall sighed leaning onto the table.

"You know I haven't had the best luck with relationships, but this one... she was the one that was supposed to work," he sniffled. "Three years. Three fucking years, just gone."

"They're not gone," Niall said. "You still have the memories. You still have all the good things you experienced and felt with her. Yeah, it didn't work out, but that happens sometimes. It hurts now and it seems like you've missed out on something, but one day it's not going to feel like that anymore."

"It may not be today, or even tomorrow, hell it may not even be for a few more months, but it will happen," he added.

"I know you're right," Harry sighed.

"Wait? What was that? I'm what?" Niall smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Why are you my best mate again?"

"Because you wouldn't know what to do without me," he joked.

Harry laughed shaking his head taking a swig of his beer.

"Anyway, I know things will be alright, one day, but it's getting to that one day. It's getting past all the what if's, the what went wrongs, and whys? Until I get past all of that and stop asking myself questions," he sighed.

"Have you tried writing?" Niall asked.

"Every fucking day," Harry sighed.

**

The day you walked out, after Harry confronted you, he was a mess. Actually, he was beyond a mess. As soon as you were out the door, he threw a glass vase containing the dying flowers he had bought you a few days ago. Glass shattered everywhere as the flowers fell to the floor.

A scream erupted from his body as he dropped to the ground, tears flooding down his face. He could feel his heart shattering into a million pieces as he replayed everything in his mind.

The text messages.

The distant mood.

The confrontation.

The lying.

The Confession.

The screaming.

and... The End.

It all happened so fast, yet he remembered every detail so vividly. He remembered the hurt in your eyes when you told him about the kiss. The pleading that it didn't mean anything. But all he could focus on was the fact that you had kissed someone else and lied about it.

And when he told you it was over, you didn't even try and change his mind. You just left. You walked away.

A few days after, he forced himself out of bed and into the shower. He tried his best to forget everything, to move on, and it worked... for a little bit. Then he would see something that reminded him of you, and your clothes and belongings were still there didn't help either.

So, he did what he did best. He broke out his guitar and his journal. Anytime he needed to just get away, he would write. He wrote when he was happy when he was sad when he was in love, or looking for love.

But for some reason, this time, he couldn't write a sing word or play a single note on his guitar. It was like any sort of inspiration he had inside of him was gone the second you walked out.

**

"I-I sit down with my guitar or at my piano and I stared at it, you know? I stare at the instrument in front of me and nothing happens. I look at the blank sheet in my hand and nothing is written," he whispered.

"Maybe you just need to a change of scenery. You need to get out of that house for a bit, out of the city, and heal," Niall said. "Hey, we can take that lad's trip we always talked about."

Harry laughed, "Maybe."

"Anyway, should I get us another round or are we calling it a night?" Niall asked.

"Probably the latter," Harry laughed. "Like you said, getting shit faced isn't exactly helping, so I should probably stop while I'm ahead, right?"

"Yeah," Niall nodded.

Both Harry and Niall got up from the table, putting on their coats. After they paid the tab, the started walked towards the door.

"It's gonna be alright, H," Niall said gripping Harry's shoulder. "And I'll be here as long as you need me."

"Thanks, mate," Harry smiled.

They both left the pub and went their separate ways. Since Harry's house wasn't too far, he decided on walking home, the fresh air would be good for him. Harry was waiting for the light to change for him at the crosswalk when he heard someone say his name.

He turned around, eyes widening when he saw you standing there.