Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

There For You

"Harry, you can say whatever you want, but- that- your excuses don't change the fact that you lied!" Your hands are slotting through your hair, trying to relieve some of the built up tension and anger that's been coursing through your veins ever since Harry walked through the door, as drunk as ever. "You told me you were done! That- that you were going to stop showing up like this. I don't- you can't-" Your voice trails off, throat feeling clogged and tears forming in your eyes.

"What're ya talkin' 'bout, love? 'M fine." He says, trying to make his way toward you, but tripping over his own feet.

"Harry this isn't fine! You get drunk off your ass because you can't deal with losing at any part of life, much less the love category. And then you come crawling to me like- I don't know, am I supposed to be able to fix this?" You can hear him hiccup from the floor, still laying where he fell, having no energy to get himself back up.

At your words, however, he finds the strength to push himself up into a sitting position, albeit not a very stable one. "Now wha's tha' s'posed to mean? "M fine. Don't need ya to fix anythin'."

"Harry, I love you. You're my best friend. But- but you can't keep doing this. Can't keep letting her get to you." At that, you see his eyes darken, a scowl making its way onto his face.

"She has nothing to fuckin' do with this. Not that it's any of your business." He grumbles, malice evident in his words even though he doesn't raise his voice.

"It's my fucking business when you show up at my door shitfaced. It's my business when I have to help you change your clothes because you've thrown up all over them. It's my business when I nurse you back to health and help you rid your body of the toxins you put into it." You don't want to have this argument with him, but it had to be said and if arguing is what comes with it, then so be it.

"Nobody asked ya to do tha'. Did tha' one yerself lovie." He slurs, and something about the way he shrugs off everything you've done for him lights a fire in you that you can't contain.

"I was there for you when nobody else was! I went on tour with you, I put up with your bullshit, I picked up the pieces when everyone else broke your heart time and time again. Nobody else. Me. Maybe nobody fucking asked me to do it, but if I hadn't, you'd be home all alone in that big old house that nobody wants to be in." The tears that had been pushing to fall for so long were finally freely flowing down your cheeks. You choked on a sob before pulling yourself together enough to continue. "You push everyone away and then take pity on yourself and I- no, you can't fucking do it anymore. You think nobody wants to be around you for no reason? No. This is the reason that nobody wants to be around you!"

He looks hurt, tears forming in his eyes, but there's only so much that you can care when he's treated you like shit and then disregarded you.

"I-" he starts, but you're not finished.

"No. I'm not fucking done. The least you could do is let me finish." He falls silent and you continue, "I have done nothing but care for you, Harry. I went with you to every meeting so you wouldn't look broken in front of management. I attended every outing with your mother and sister so they would think everything was fine. But that's not fair! I shouldn't have to lie to them. You shouldn't have to lie to them." You're finding it hard to speak through the tears, but you know that if you don't say what needs to be said now, it may never get brought up again. "I love you, H, I really do. But until you decide what's going on with your life and can get your shit together, I think that we don't need to be around each other. You can't depend on me for everything just because you know I'd do anything for you."

"Y/n no-" He tries, but quickly seals his lips when he sees the look you're giving him.

"I mean it this time Harry. In the morning, you're out of here and I don't want to see you again until I have proof that this isn't going to happen again." You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to dry the tears. "I get it if you go out every once in a while, that's what twenty-six year olds do, they celebrate, but this isn't celebrating, Harry. This is running and that's the problem."

He looks absolutely broken, but he doesn't try to say anything, to argue in any way. He knows that he's in the wrong.

Without a single word, he makes his way to your room, pulling out a set of clothes that he had left there at some point and heads to the shower, suddenly a lot more sober than he was coming to your house.

You wait for him to get out of the shower so you can ensure he gets to bed. You pull on your pajamas and walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

When you hear the water turn off and, a few minutes later, the bathroom door open, you head back to your room, getting ready to put him to bed.

After he climbs into the bed and gets settled, you situate yourself next to him, letting him pull you close, your back to his chest.

You wait until you feel his breaths even out and his arms get looser before letting out the tears, your whole body shaking as you realize that you may never see Harry again.

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