hs: one shots

3. He calls you clingy

(Y/N's POV)

Me and Harry have played some video games all day. I've won some and so has he. Overall, it's been an amazing week. I've spent everyday with Harry for the few moths since her asked me to move in with him.

I kiss his cheek. "I'm just going to the bathroom." He just nods and continues with the game.

When I come out of the bathroom he's on the phone with someone, so I don't go back in the living room, I stay in the hallway and wait for him to get done.

"Yeah, I know that's bad, but Y/N is just being really clingy and annoying."

My heart drops. I never meant to come off as annoying or clingy.

I frown. Maybe I should stay over at a friend's house for a few nights. No, then he'll get suspicious.

I'll just ignore him. Yeah. That won't be too hard.

I go back into the bathroom quietly and try to occupy myself.

A few knocks come from the other side of the door. "Hey, you've been in there for while, you alright baby?"

"Yeah, fine." I turn the faucet water on to make it sound like I'm washing my hands even though I already have. When I open the door, he has a smile on his face.

He kisses me softly, but I don't respond. He must have brushed it off because he's still smiling when he looks at me. "Do you want to keep playing those video games with me?" He asks excitedly.

I shake my head. "No, I'm tired."

He frowns. "Oh, okay. Well, go get some rest."

I just nod and continue upstairs.

(Harry's POV)

When Y/N went upstairs to take a nap, I sit on the couch and think of what we could do when she got up.

I wonder how long she's been tired for, and just didn't tell me. Did she ever want to play video games?

I scroll the social media for a while and when I hear her soft feet padding down the stairs, my ears perk up.

She goes straight to the kitchen when she sees me sitting on the couch. I follow her to the kitchen and wrap my arms around her, while kissing her forehead.

She brushes it off and reaches for something in the fridge.

"Hey." I grab her arm and she turns to look at me. "Do you wanna do something?"

She scrunches her face up. "No. I'm going to bed. It's getting late."

I let go of her arm to turn around and look at the clock. "What? It's only 9:30." She shrugs and turns back around.

I go back into the living room and turn the tv off before heading upstairs to go to bed with her.

When I get in the bedroom, she's already in bed. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and put some deodorant on.

Finally when I crawl into bed I reach out for her but she scoots away even further. "It's too hot." She mumbles.

"Take the cover off then baby." I suggest and I reach for the covers that are draped over her.

She shakes her head and I remove my hand as she turns over.

I furrow my eyebrows. Y/N? Did I-Did I do something?"

She doesn't reply and in a few seconds I hear soft snores coming from her.

I try to let it roll of of my chest, but I can't.

That night was restless.

(3rd Person)

When Y/N stopped talking to Harry, Harry hated it. He absolutely despised it. He hated not knowing what he did. He hated not knowing what was wrong. He hated her not giving him kisses or affection.

He hated not being able to hold her.

She sits on the bed, her lip between her teeth as she looks at the screen in concentration. She has to get fashion designs in by Thursday and today is Monday.

She always stresses about something. Harry takes the computer from her and she gapes up at him. "What are you doing?"

He smiles at her. That's the first full sentence she's spoken to him in weeks. "I'm helping you relax."

"No, you're helping me fail." She complains as she tries to get her computer back from him, but he won't have it.

"Here let me help you relax. I'll give you a massage."

In her mind, she's screaming yes. But in her heart, she's screaming no. She doesn't want to be a burden. And she doesn't want to make him feel like he has to give her a massage just because she seems stressed out.

Harry wants to so bad. He wants to touch her bare skin, something he hasn't felt in forever. He wants her to feel good. 

She shakes her head and puts her head in her hands. "No. If you won't give me my computer back, I'l just go for a walk." She gets her converse on while Harry just watches. 

"W-What?" He chokes out. 

"I'm going for a walk."

"When will you be back?"

She shrugs. "I don't know. When I get back, I guess."

Before she's out the door, Harry manages to get out. "I love you."

His heart breaks when she doesn't say it back. He feels like he really did something wrong. He can't remember. When was the first time she started acting up?

Maybe it's not him. Maybe it's just work or maybe it's drama with a friend. Maybe it's something in her family?

But if so, why didn't she tell him?

She started acting up the day they were playing video games together. What did he do that day? He fixed them breakfast and she was fine then. 

He fixed dinner also and she was fine then too. She changes when she came out of the bathroom.

What did he do when she was in the bathroom? Liam called called but that's about it. 

What did he and Liam talk about?

When he finally realizes what he had done, he breaks down into tears and lays on their bed, thinking of what he should have said. He picks up his phone and texts for her to hurry and get back to the house. 

When she doesn't answer for about 30 minutes, he starts to panic. What if she isn't okay? What if she got lost?

"Y/N, baby. Please answer me. I'm worried about you."

Right after he hit the end button, the front door closed. 

He sprung off of his seat from the bed and ran down the stairs and captured her in his arms. "Why didn't you call me back?"

She shrugged. "God dammit! Stop doing that! It's been hell trying to figure out what I've done! Why didn't you tell me!?"

He pulled back to look at her. "I don't know. I didn't want you to feel bad, if you knew that i knew then you would have started treating me differently. So I laid off. Didn't want to be a bother anymore."

He breaks down and takes her face in his hands. "Baby, I fucking hated it. I hated every fucking second I didn't get a kiss from you. I hated every second I couldn't hold you."

"I'm sorry."

 He shakes his head. "No, I'm sorry." He presses kisses all over her face and she smiles.

"Now kiss me."

He smirks. "My pleasure."

He basically devours her mouth with his. He can't get enough of her. He hasn't had a taste of her in weeks and he's making up for the lost time.

She's never tasted better than she does right now. 

He loves her. 

She loves him.