Harry Styles Short Stories 2

Panic Attack.

Doing a few one shots that I had in mind...

Feel free to share ideas. But please make sure they don't resemble the previous plots at all... :)

Author's POV.

It was raining, but it wasn't so bad that Y/N couldn't drive. She did received a call from her husband, asking her if she wants him to pick her up instead of her driving but she declined.

She didn't wanted to see him already. She knew she only had twenty minutes before she faces him. She sighs, throwing her bag on the passenger seat and taking off her coat. She struggles as she takes it off in the small space.

She let's out a groan, her fists hitting the steering wheel. She looks up at the wind shield, rain drops pouring on it. The silence took the best of her.

She instantly broke down, thinking of what happened in the building. She was miserable and it was in front of all the seniors.

Y/N had been working on this interview for months and today was the day she could've gotten her dream job but her interview went shit .

Her phone buzzes and she looks at the passengers, she sighs, wiping her tears and looks at the caller ID.

Harry.

She clears her throat, trying to even her voice, this was the last thing she wanted... She didn't want him to get worry for her.

"Hello? " he questions as Y/N doesn't say anything. She hums, not trusting her voice.

"Honey, where are you? It's getting darker and the rain is-

"I'm in the car don't worry. " she interjects and hears him sighs. "I'll be home any minute. Can you please open the fence so I don't have to get wet in the rain. " She says and he hums.

"I'll do that. See you soon then" he says and she nods, looking down. She hangs up and starts the ignition.

Once she arrived home, she couldn't possibly think how to tell him without breaking down.

He did open the fence and she ran towards the front door, after parking her car. She huffs getting in. She kicks her boats off and puts her file, coat and keys on the table.

She walks towards the main room and sees Harry standing there looking at the clock.

"Hey. " she says and he turns, his features softening.

"Thank god you're here. " he says walking towards her and pulling her in a hug. She sighs in content and closes her eyes.

"How was your day? Did you get it? " he asks pulling away, he had a smile on his face as he asked the question about the interview . She knew he was confident that you'll get it...

"I didn't. " she says, walking past him and sits on the couch, he frowns kneeling in front of her and she looks at him.

"What happened? "

"I didn't know the answers of any of their questions. " she breaks down at the end of her sentence and Harry sighs, grabbing her face, his finger digging into her hair as he tries to hold her face.

"Hey, it's okay. " he whispers, sitting next to her and she feels his arms wrapping around him.

"It's gonna be alright. We have enough for the next few months darling. You don't have to worry about the money. I might get the offer. " he reassures her and she shakes her head.

"It's not about the money! This was it! This was my shot..." she says and he shakes his head.

"No it wasn't! You'll get so many other opportunities. "