Harry Styles Imagines

Car Crash 7.1

Your POV

"Why do you always do this?!" I shouted in anger turning my back to him.

"What the f.uck do you expect me to do?! It's my b.loody job and I can't change it!" He shouted back in anger. I rolled my eyes and turned back around to him. Veins were popping out of his neck as he had his jaw tightly clenched. He was clearly beyond p.issed but so was I.

"No Harry, going out every night after working at the studio or-or coming home after I've spent ages cooking, heading straight to bed because you're 'tired' is not part of your job. I don't even see you anymore! We-I, need you..." I whisper shouted as my eyes began to water. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me cry but i couldn't help myself.

He looked at me with sympathy for a moment but suddenly turned back to his previous mood.

"You can't be so needy. I have a life outside of my job and outside of you. If you can't accept that th-then and I'm not sure if this is the relationship...for you." He blurted out. I gasped keeping my mouth wide open.

I searched his eyes to see if I could identify any emotion but not a single thing occurred. I shook my head as the tears escaped my eyes.

"I hate you."

I took a step back and headed for the door, grabbing my keys and slamming it closed behind me.

I ran to my car and got into it, starting the ignition and driving out the driveway.

I couldn't believe him. After 3 years of being together, he has the nerve to say that to me? Tears continued to escape down my cheek without my control.

I needed to call Zayn, now; to tell him I was coming. I turned my head to the passenger seat but my phone wasn't there.

"Crap..." I mumbled to myself as I turned my eyes back to the road were a blinding light over took my vision. I swerved in an attempt to get out of the way onto the other lane which resulted in me smashing into the oncoming car. My little Corolla tumbled down a steep hill as I screamed my lungs out with the last breath I had.

I laid on the bottom of the hill upside, my car totally wrecked. But that wasn't what was worrying me. My legs, my chest and my head were in excruciating pain, blood constantly trickled down from my face.

I roamed around the room in panic, my breathing very uneven, and becoming excruciating. I could feel weight on my eye lids, which was when I knew this was it.

And the last words I had said to him was:

'I hate you'