Harry Potter Imagines

Distant (Harry Potter)

Prompt: The reader is left to figure out why Harry has been so out of reach lately.

Word Count: > 1K

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The last couple weeks had been rough. You were in a relationship that was turning more and more sour as time ticked by but you didn't know why. Things between you and your boyfriend, Harry, were going great but suddenly before you knew it, a certain spark had seemed to be burning out. Not on your part though but rather Harry's.

All week you had tried to hang out with him even if it meant studying together. You'd ask numerous times which ultimately would result in being shot down many times. Each time you asked him if he was okay, he'd answer vaguely then walk off before much more dialogue could be created. At first you were sad, thinking you had done something wrong. Ironically though, with all the thinking you were doing, you knew you never overstepped any boundaries so whatever was going on was purely on him. But the quietness and Harry dodging your company wasn't like him. You'd be lying if you didn't question his loyalty either, thinking maybe his guilt was eating him up inside or something but deep down you couldn't even bring yourself to truly believe that.

Today however, you demanded answers. It wasn't in your DNA to not be confrontational. It was one of the things Harry always said he admired about you. Being able to just be blunt and straightforward wasn't exactly in Harry's, thus furthering why you guys worked so well. You had what he lacked and vice versa.

You knew that if you didn't question Harry about why he had been so MIA all of the sudden, nothing would get fixed and you'd continue moping around like you had been lately. However, you had to do it at a time when he wouldn't be able to just run away or make some excuse up like having class or quidditch practice. Which is why you had gotten up at the crack of dawn to bombard him on a Saturday morning.

You quietly tip toed out of your dorm room and made your way down the hall, thanking the Gods mentally for being placed in the same house so doing this wasn't such a hassle. You creaked open the door to Harry's room, careful not to wake the others up. You could spot the messy brunette's mop of hair with the limited amount of sun seeping through the windows as the sun rose.

"Harry" You whispered earning a groan from him. Poking him lightly around the arm and his leg, Harry began to shift a bit, waking up eventually.

"Harry get up" You whispered, poking him one last time. His eyes had fully opened and he sat up, alarmed at your presence.

"(Y/n) what are you doing here?" Harry mumbled, that deep raspy voice you hadn't gotten enough of the last few weeks making your knees weaken.

"We need to talk." You stated sternly, reminding yourself mentally not to let your guard down just yet. His actions had upset you quite a lot.

"Right now? At..." Harry began, turning his head to look at his alarm clock. "At SIX in the morning on a Saturday?" He yelled in a hushed tone as you crossed your arms.

"It's the only time I know you don't have classes, tutoring or practice like you've been claiming you've had these past few weeks. We both know you've been ignoring me so like I said, we need to talk." Your annoyance and sass was growing more and more evident with each word you spoke which is probably why Harry didn't question your presence any more and stood up.

"Okay but not here, let's go to the common room" He whispered, putting on his glasses and following you out.

You watched as Harry sat down on a couch in the corner of the room but you stayed put, standing across from him.

"(Y/n) love, sit" Harry requested but you crossed your arms and avoided his gaze, anger and sadness hitting you more than normal. Something about his presence making everything hit more.