Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

All The Things I Didn't Say

It had been weeks since you last talked. You had been doing everything in your power to avoid the green eyed devil, scared that one simple glance in your direction could make you fall for him all over again. And that wasn't something that you were ready for. You weren't able to willingly put yourself in that position again.

You weren't going to allow him to demolish your heart like he did the last time you saw him. You were still broken from then, and you really don't know if you could handle another heartbreak, especially not this soon.

You hadn't slept right since you split, not being used to his side of the bed being cold all the time. You washed the sheets and everything that smelled like him almost instantly after he left the house. You couldn't bear to smell him all the time. You knew that keeping the scent of him lingering in your house would make you latch onto him even more than you already were.

You hadn't eaten a proper meal in what feels like forever, your body barely having enough energy to get you to the bathroom.

It was safe to say that Harry left you broken. But can you really blame it all on him? Was it really justified of you to do so?

Maybe. He was the one that went off on you, yelled and screamed and hit every place he knew would tear you apart.

But maybe not. Maybe it was your fault. You hadn't paid attention to him, not noticing that he was clearly hurting. You tried to push him into going out when he oh so clearly didn't want to.

There was also the fact that you kicked him out, told him to get out of your face and to not come back, without even letting him explain himself.

You found yourself in front of the tv most days, not really paying attention to whatever was playing, just needing the background noise now that you didn't have Harry to hum to you or to strum his guitar while working on new material.

Every single time you found yourself there, you let your mind wander. Let yourself believe that maybe he was missing you as much as you were missing him. That maybe he was thinking about you.

You were aware of the fact that wasn't healthy, that the last thing you should be doing while trying to get over him was to let him run rampant in your mind, but you couldn't help it.

He was your everything. He had been since the moment that you met him, his green eyes seemingly brightening every dark corner of your life. He made you feel like you could breathe fresh air for the first time ever. It was like you had always been breathing the same, a little labored but unnoticed because that's how it always was, but then he came into your life and showed you everything that you had been missing.

It was worse now than it was before. This time, you knew what you were missing. The laboring breaths from before meeting him were coming back, but this time that's all you could focus on. You were so used to feeling complete that it physically hurt to not be around him. To not have him to keep you company. To not be able to kiss his lips or hold him close.

Your life felt incomplete, so yeah, at times, you let your mind wander to the times when it felt like you weren't going to fall apart from the slightest breeze.

*

God, he missed you. He pasted on a smile and acted like nothing was wrong around everyone, posing for the media, but the second he got home, everything was different.

Usually, he would either do his own hair - him being a fully capable adult and all - or you would do it for him, letting him enjoy the feeling of your fingers raking through his locks.

But now, the way his curls were done was a completely different story. He either had his hair stylist come over before he went out anywhere, or - more often that not - he went around looking disheveled.