Harry Styles imagines

I don't love you anymore

Your chest heaved as your tired eyes focused on Harry across from you. 

The angry words exchanged between the two of you earlier hung in the air, and neither of you knew where to go from here.

He rubbed his hands over his face and sighed.

 "What do you want me to say, Y/N?"

Your eyes flickered to the decorated table in the sitting area, his favorite meal laid upon the plates that remained untouched.

"I wanted one night, Harry."

Anger flashed through his eyes.

 "I already told you I'm sorry!"

Your fists clenched and you narrowed your eyes.

 "Bull fucking shit! You always do this! Ever since you came home, you're always too busy a-"

"'s my job" He bellowed, slamming his fist on the countertop.

You stepped closer, until your chests were nearly touching and hissed.

 "Drinking till 2 am with Niall isn't your job!"

He loomed over you, straightening his back, but you refused to let him intimidate you.

"This is what I was trying to avoid! 's why I told yeh not to get involved with me! All of this could've been avoided!"

You took a step back and swallowed thickly.

 "You don't mean that."

He groaned. "Yes, I do!"

You angrily wiped a tear.

 "What happened?"

His brows furrowed.

 "What happened when?"

"When you were gone! What changed?"

He shook his head and his shoulders slumped.

 "Y/N-"

"Tell me what happened! Tell me why everything changed!" You screamed, slamming your fist on the counter.

His eyes softened when they met yours and he sighed.

 "I don't know."

"That's not good enough, Harry!"

"'s just too much knowing you're back home waiting for me."

Your throat burned. 

"Don't you fucking dare try and blame this on me."

"'s the truth! I didn't have anyone waiting for me before an-"

"Stop being a coward!" You screamed, poking him in the chest.

"I don't love you anymore!" He yelled, his words adding a new layer of tension to the atmosphere.

Your vision blurred and you reached for your car keys.

"Y/N-" He reached for your wrist, but you jerked your arm from his burning touch.

"Stop!" You wiped at your eyes. 

"You know what your problem is, Harry? You're so damn afraid of your own feelings that you're always running when things get too serious! You act like you're in touch with your feelings, but that's all bullshit to sell your damn record! You're a coward!"

He reached out to wipe the tears from your cheeks. 

"Don't touch me!" You spat.

You took one last look at him in the dimly lit kitchen.

 "I hope one day you figure out what's holding you back, but it'll be too late for us by then." You swallowed thickly and looked at him over your shoulder. 

"Goodbye Harry."