harry styles x reader

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in the morning, i hear a knock at the door. i open it and it's liam, niall, louis, and zayn.
"hi guys!" i say allowing them to come in.
"y/n, you look like a mess." says louis.
"louis!" replies liam.
"speaking my truth!" louis responds. i roll my eyes.
"he hasn't spoken to me in a while so i don't know if he'll talk to you guys." i say.
"i'll make him talk." niall says. zayn laughs and rolls his eyes.
"niall, you are the least threatening person i know" zayn says patting his shoulder. liam walks over to the bedroom and knocks on the door. the rest of the boys crowd around the kitchen and steal everything they can find.
"did you guys cancel the show tonight?" i ask shoving a twinkie in my mouth.
"yea. we moved it to next week." louis says.
"oh ok. that's good. i was wonder-" i get cut off.
"fuck off!" screams harry and then we hear a door slam. liam walks into the kitchen, eyes wide.
"what happened in there?" niall asks.
"he got mad." liam shrugs.
"yea, we can tell moron. what did you say?" louis asks.
"i just asked him why he was being so distant and he told me that kaylee passed away and i asked if he needed anything or if he wanted me to do anything and he just told me to fuck off." liam says, still in shock.
"kaylee died?" louis asks. i nod my head.
"oh my god. i didn't know she was that sick" zayn says.
"it happened really fast." i say.
"that's terrible." niall adds.
"he won't talk to me but he'll talk to meghan." i  roll my eyes. i attempt to stop the tears from falling but it was useless.
"aw no, y/n" niall says wrapping me in a hug.
"i feel like i don't have the right to be sad because she wasn't my daughter but i am sad." i confess into his chest. the tears start coming. he rubs my back and louis, liam, and zayn join in on the hug. i hear a door click open and some footsteps. we all look up and harry is standing there with his fists clutched. he looks horrible. he walks into the kitchen and fills up a glass with water. he looks at us and then leaves for his room again.
"alright, let's get out of here for a while." louis says. we all leave the house and the boys take me to the mall. they let me go wherever i want and let me stay for however long i want. after about 4 hours of shopping, we pull up to the driveway and there's another car there.
"louis, where to now?" asks liam worriedly. he starts pulling back out of the driveway.
"hey stop! who's car is that?" i ask trying to get out of the car. the boys awkwardly look at each other. "you've got to be fucking kidding me!" i groan as i get out of the car. the boys chase after me as i storm through the front door.
"harry edward styles get your ass out here!" i scream. meghan is in the kitchen stirring something on the stove.
"y/n! lovely to see yo-" she says.
"shut the hell up!" i interrupt. the boys look at me shocked. harry doesn't come out of the bedroom. i jiggle the handle and it's locked. i jump up and brush my hand on top of the door frame and knock off a small metal key. it makes a thud on the floor and i pick it up and unlock the door with it. harry is asleep on the bed with his phone laying on his chest.
"harry!" i scream. he groans and opens his eyes but he doesn't move.
"y/n, i would give him his space. he just-" meghan says rushing into the room.
"i already told you, shut up!" i snap. harry gets out of bed, shoves the boys out of the room, tells meghan to go back to the kitchen and pulls me further into the room. his voice gets really low and quiet.
"i just arranged plans for my dead daughters funeral." he says straight to the point, looking me straight in the eyes and emotionless.
"harry i'm sorry. this has kind of shaken me up too and i-i don't know." i say. i see anger grow in his eyes.
"don't ever talk to meghan like that and don't you dare think you're apart of this loss, because you're not. you've never been through anything like this so your opinions are irrelevant! i don't want to see your face at the funeral, i don't want to see your face in the future, hell, i'm tired of looking at you right now. get the hell out of my house." he says. he walks over to the dresser and starts throwing my clothes on the floor.
"harry stop! you're not thinking right. you don't mean this." i say trying to grab onto his arm to stop him. i can see tears puddling up in his eyes. i get a good grip on his arm and turn him towards me. he looks at me in the eyes. he pulls me into a hug and starts crying. when he calms down a little bit, i start talking in a low, calm voice.
"look, i do think it's best for me to leave for a while. i need you to know what you truly want. i don't like feeling like i'm in second place and i don't want your clouded judgment to decide our future together. i'm not saying we're over or anything, i just need you to take your time." i finish. i can feel him nod on my shoulder.
"ok." i whisper. i grab a duffel bag from the closet and start picking up my clothes off of the floor trying to fight back tears. harry sits on the bed and watches me.
"ok i think that's it." i say.
"ok." he replies. i walk up closer to him.
"take your time," i smile, "call me when you're ready. i'll be waiting for when you're ready." i finish. he nods and i give him a kiss but he doesn't kiss back. i leave the room and he stays on the bed.
"um, louis, could you give me a ride to a hotel please?" i ask still trying not to cry. my voice is really shaky.
"yep." he replies.
"meghan, sorry for raising my voice." i say without making eye contact.
"it's ok." i hear her say. louis and i head out of the house. he drops me off at a marriott and helps me get a room.
"you sure you're alright?" he asks before leaving. i nod my head because u know if i speak, i'll start crying. "alright, well, you know where to reach me." he finishes. i give him a hug.
"thanks." i manage to say. he smiles and leaves. i plop onto the bed and fall asleep.