Harry Styles Imagines

(58) - tears, pain and lies

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"One coffee and a chocolate donut, please!" - the morning

"One large margherita, immediately, Harry!" - the afternoon

"Two vodkas, mate." - the late night

Harry walked inside his flat and dropped the groceries on the ground, his coat and shoes followed.

Winter hadn't been that harsh in years and to the man - who was putting everything to its belonging place - was bad news.

It wasn't like he could afford to buy a new coat every year - he bought his coat two years ago, extra thick.
Unfortunately, there were warmer days and the thick coat was too heavy and too warm, but without it he would find a way to freeze anyway.

His life wasn't lacking desperation; he worked from very early in the morning to the very late night.
The fresh smell of croissants, the smell of the mozzarella on pizza to the nasty smell of alcohol.

It ruined him.
And he hated every single second of it.
But there was one thing that kept him going, something that was worth fighting for.

The love of his life.

The girl that never failed to put a smile on his tired face.

"You're coming over? Isn't it too late? I-I mean, you have school tomorrow, right?", Harry placed his phone on his shoulder and pressed the side of his head against it, while quickly making himself a meal.

"Unless it's late for you, my love. I don't mind coming over. Besides, I haven't seen you for... So many days...", the last sentence flew to him as a whisper. Olivia quickly put her shoes on, took her coat and grabbed her keys.

"Of course you can come over. I have no problem with it. I just don't want you to be tired, is all.", he stirred the soup.

"Don't worry about me. I love you."

Harry whispered the little words back, and sighed when she hung up.
Olivia knew that he worked more than an average person, but she had no idea that he worked to please her.
The extra hours, the smoke, the smells, the words: all so that he could have a little more money to be able to buy her that pretty necklace she had been looking for for months.

She knew about the shift in the morning, which she didn't mind, because she was at school.
A couple months later, Harry told her about the afternoon one. He specified that after the morning shift he had a three hour break. Big fat lie.

"Good evening, Harry- Or should I say, good morning? Hmm, either way, hi.", the man jumped at the sudden voice filling his flat.
"Sorry, baby, was really excited to see you.", she murmured and jumped towards him. Luckily, Harry saw that coming and immediately wrapped his arms around her body, inhaling the sweet scent coming from her neck.

"I missed you.", Olivia whispered in his ear, words that made him smile.

He set her on a chair and looked at her.

"I brought food!", she announced and handed him the bag that had a couple of boxes of food.

"I have just eaten-"

"Soup doesn't count.", she jumped from her seat and took the boxes from his hands, positioning them on the kitchen counter.
She placed a pan on a stove and turned the heat on, leaving a couple of spoons of olive oil to warm up.

"So, tell me, how was the shift at the restaurant?", Olivia asked and the took the other box that contained a bit of colourful salad.

"Tiring.", Harry replied and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the kitchen table.

"Well, this is going to give you some energy. That you don't need right now, because you're gonna go to bed. But still.", she threw the pasta in the pan and started mixing it with the oil.

She quickly threw a pinch of salt on the food and then turned to look at him.

"When were you going to tell me, Harry?", she suddenly said, making Harry's eyes widen.

"W-What?", Olivia took some steps towards him.
She grabbed the necklace hanging from her neck and took a look at it.
Harry's eyes stared at the golden heart held by her fingers.

"When were you g-going to tell me that you worked nights for t-this?", her voice shook at the thought of him working in places he wasn't comfortable in.

"I-I d-didn't-"

"Harry.", she took a deep breath and let the necklace rest on her chest again.

"Y-You liked it... I wanted to please you.", Olivia sighed and looked away from him, an excuse to stir the pasta.

"Baby... I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before... I just wanted to make you happy... Your happiness is what matters the m-most to me.", Harry lowly said.

Her eyes widened and filled up with salty tears. She turned off the stove, prepared the food on a plate and let it rest on the table.

She didn't dare to look up and meet his eyes, that were begging for some contact.

"I can only be mad at you for not being honest with me... I love you and... I don't care about material t-things...", Olivia's voice shook as she gripped the chair and Harry immediately passed the table to wrap his arms around her.

"I'm sorry.", he repeated every now and then. She shook her head, but Harry pressed it against his chest anyway.

"You k-know what h-hurts?", Harry looked at her and noticed how the tears were falling freely.

"T-That you worked in p-places you're not c-comfortable i-in. In clubs. We never go t-there. Yet you d-did. For me."

"For you.", she cried even harder at his words that only confirmed the ugly truth she was facing.

"I don't want you to d-do that anymore. I know about the non-existent b-breaks, Harry. I only want to help you, my love. I don't like seeing you suffer.", her eyes never met his, as he held her against his body.

The food was getting cold, but for once Harry's stomach wasn't hungry.
His heart craved some comfort, because after all of his working hours, he never had a proper possibility to spend some time with her.

"I-I'll do it. I-I swear.", he promised and kissed the top of her head.
He continued to hold her, until her cries faded away in the air.

"My love?", Harry lifted her chin up with his finger and looked at the eyes he fell in love with.

Olivia timidly looked at him and felt herself blush.
"No need to shy away, my darling.", his feathery lips brushed against hers.

"I love you.", he pronounced the words with such a power, making her blush further.
"I love you.", she found crumbs of courage to kiss him.

And so she did.

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Published the 5th of April 2020.