Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

He Shows Up At Your Door Drunk

You open the door wider as Harry stumbles in, the smell of whiskey immediately fills the small room. You knew how this was going to go.

 "Can I get you a water?" you ask. 

"No thanks, I already have a drink." He pulls a small brown bag out of his pocket. Peach Schnapps. Your favourite.

 "Want some?"He smirks 

 "No thank you." He shrugs and takes a swig, tucking the bottle into his coat once more. 

"I wanted to come by and see how you were." That's a lie. You knew Liam and seen you out with a friend from work. It was a no brainer that he mentioned it to Harry, leaving him to come here and check things out. 

"I'm doing well. You could've just rung me Harry you didn't have to come all the way out here."You chuckled

 "It was no trouble, really. I mean, I miss you." There it was. He expected you to say it back but you couldn't. 

"Harry, I can't do this." Silence filled the space between you both. 

"Is it someone else? Have you moved on?" He questioned 

"You need to go." You looked at the floor, not being able to make any eye contact with the boy you used to call 'your world'

 "Answer me." He spun you around to face him, you pushed him back and he fell back onto the couch

 "Harry, i'm calling Paul to come get you. I'm not doing this." You left a sappy Harry to sit on the couch while you phoned his manager. 

"Hey it's (y/n). Yeah it's bad again."