Harry Styles One Shot Collections

The Breakup Song

Harry knew of the risk he was getting ready take in front of millions of people and eventually the internet. However, it was mostly risky for that fact that you would see and hear it. It was the night he was doing double duty for SNL, being both the host and the musical guest. He was a little nervous at first, but it was mostly from adrenaline and excitement for what was to come. He had practiced and worked so hard all week long and couldn't wait to finally do the live show.

Except for one part. The second song he would be performing that night. It was a song off of his upcoming sophomore album and it had never been heard before by anyone other than the few who he's already had listen to the album. The song he would be performing was without a doubt the most personal song he had ever written and that was on the album.

He had ran the idea over and over in his head countless of times on whether he should perform it or not, but while it was the most personal on the album, it was also his favorite. It was a song he had written in a short time in the middle of the night. He hadn't been able to sleep, so instead of fighting it, he got up, poured himself a glass of wine and sat down at his piano.

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At first, he started just messing out with different chords when he came across something that he liked. He took a sip of his wine as he wrote down the different notes and chords he was playing, when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. It was something he hadn't even realized was still there, a photo of you and him on your first holiday together.

That photo was one of his favorites because it was right after you two told each other you loved the other for the first time. You two were watching the sunset in the backyard of your little bungalow on the beach. His arms were wrapped around you and you laced your fingers with his. There was nothing but the sound of the wind and the waves as you two sat together. When finally, Harry whispered those three words into your ear.

You paused for a second, making sure you heard him correctly, before looking back at him. His eyes were filled with love and worry as he looked into your eyes. You smiled pressing your forehead to his and repeating those same three words to him. After a few kisses were shared in celebration, you took out the old polaroid camera you always carried around to capture private moments.

You held it in selfie mode, hoping you would get both of your faces in it. As soon as you clicked to take the photo, Harry smirked kissing your cheek instead of looking at the camera. When he got home, he put the photo in a frame and it hasn't been moved sense.

Which is probably why it was still in the same place even after your breakup over six months ago. He got up from his seat at the piano to pick up the picture frame. He opened it up taking the polaroid out of the frame to hold in his hand.

He missed you. God, he fucking missed you. He missed sleeping next to you and waking up to you in the morning. He missed cooking breakfast in nothing but underwear with you. He missed going to your shows and seeing you out in the crowd at his. He missed the way he felt whenever he was you, like he could get through anything with you by his side. Like he was the best version of himself whenever he was with you. He missed making love with you under the moonlight shining into the bedroom. He missed your laugh and your smile.

He just missed you. Honestly, your breakup would have hurt him less had it been a messy one. The truth was there was no cheating, no argument, no words said that couldn't ever be taken back. It just ended. Life happened and got in the way and both of you just drifted apart. You were out on tour and Harry was in the studio starting to really work on his album.

There were days that passed without a even a simple text from the other and when you two finally did have a conversation, it was awkward and distant. There wasn't even really an official breakup, just a suggestion that maybe it was best for the two of you to take time apart, that maybe that moment in your lives wasn't the best for a relationship.