hs: one shots

2. He's Poor

If he could give her everything, he would.

He hates having to work two jobs.

He hates having to leave her in this not so nice apartment.

He hates that he can't buy her pretty things for Valentines Day, or her birthday, or Christmas.

He hates himself for digging a hole this deep.

He hates how his mind always thinks of scenarios on why Y/n would leave him, but he can't help it.

He hates how this life embarrass him.

He hates how much he thinks it embarrasses her.

When she bursts through the door with a frown on her face, Harry runs towards her in panic. "What is it? Are you okay?" He takes her puny face in his gigantic hands.

She nods and lets out a laugh. "Yeah, just had quite the adventure." She smirks up at him while she takes her jacket off. He assists her and slides it down the rest of the length of her arms with ease and swings it on the only thing that doesn't make him cringe with disgust. The coat rack.

"And what would that be love?" He questions as he kisses her forehead.

"I got chased by three rats on the way up here." She really didn't mind that he didn't exactly have a nice apartment. All that mattered to her, was him. If she had him, it didn't matter. Nothing did.

He frowns upon hearing what she called an 'adventure.' "Baby, I'm so sorry. You-you know I try to get us out of this apartment."

She quickly get closer to him and this time takes his face in her hands and brushes over his cheeks. "Shhh. It's alright. You don't need to get us out of this apartment. I'm fine. Right here. With you." She smiles and places a kiss on his lips.

He shakes his head, causing her hands to loosen on his face. "No. I do. Y-You shouldn't be in here. In this disgusting place. You deserve so much better and I can't give it to you. I-I've tried, baby, but I don't think I do it." A few tears roll down his cheeks before he can finish his sentence.

"Then I'll get a job." She suggests for what seems like the thousandth time in the last month. She wants to help him, but he won't let her. He doesn't want her to work a job.

"No." He says through gritted teeth. "You're not working."

She huffs. "Why? I want to help you."

"Just go, Y/n." He says as he keeps his eyes on the floor.

Her eyes almost pop out of her head at the three words she thought she would never hear. "W-What?"

"Why are you even fucking with me? If it's because of pity, I don't fucking want it. I don't need you."

She brushes off his hateful and obviously unfiltered sentences. "I love you. You know that. I'm not leaving you."

He really didn't want her to go, or worse, them breaking up completely. But he feels that he should, it would be easier for her and maybe she could find someone that she would be happier with.

He wants her to be in an actual house with maybe a fence and a dog out in the front yard. But he has to let her go for that to happen.

"I don't love you anymore Y/N."

It was like the breath was knocked out of her. The life was knocked out of her. She didn't know how to control her sobs when they crashed through her body like mad waves on a soft beach.

"Harry you're just saying that. I know you love me. I-I know you do." She grabs a hold of his face so he will look at her.

"Do I?" You were just a distraction. A distraction to keep my mind off of my life." His words burn a place into her heart.