Random Harry Styles Short Stories || Completed!

Easily

He was finally coming home after 8 months of being away on tour. Luckily enough you were able to see one another during these months but it was always short lived. It was all over though and he was on his way back to you. You were a mess trying to make your flat look good. Spending the entire time deep cleaning every crevice of that place until you felt good enough about it. You were putting final touches on your make up when you heard the door open and things clattering on the floor. You walked out of the bathroom with a big smile plastered on your face,

"Harry!!!!" You ran up and jumped on him, wrapping your legs around him. He smiled softly catching you, quickly giving you a peck and setting you down. "Hello love." He said in a monotone voice. He brushed past you and walked into the bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

You furrowed your brows as he walked away and followed him, seeing him kick off his shoes and getting onto the bed taking his phone out. He extended an arm out behind his head as he studied his phone.

You stared at him a little taken back, what kind of greeting was that? He dismissed you like nothing.

You break the silence "Sooooo.... I was thinking we should maybe go and -" He cut you off before you could finish your sentence,

"Can't do anything, I've got a meeting here within the hour." You blinked back, mouth slightly opened. You were hurt. He was acting like he had seen you yesterday... not a month ago. He had barely acknowledged you, had just gotten here and now was leaving? You had the whole day planned out - just you two.

"But I kinda wanted to -" You began to say

"Sorry, Y/N." He cut you off once more, not looking up from his phone.

You bit your lip, trying to remain calm as possible. You watched as he fiddled on his phone and didn't do much else. You expected nothing close to this. You imagined him walking in with a big cheeky grin, his eyes bright and excited as he saw you. You expected him to pepper you with kisses and ask what you had done the last 4 weeks without him. Instead you basically received a slap across the face. These thoughts caused your anger to boil and you couldn't hold it in anymore. Turning around you kicked his shoes out of the way before walking out of the room. As you made your way towards the kitchen his suitcases blocked the way so you kicked those to the side too. You began to wash dishes, tears threatening to spill out. You kept biting your lip to keep you from absolutely exploding. You accidentally got too rough with the dish you had in your hands causing it to break in your hands, cutting you up a little.

"Shit" You mumbled underneath your breath as you reached for the drawer that had the bandaids, the tears you were holding back slowly starting to spill out as you applied the bandaid.

He came out of the bedroom wondering what was all the commotion, he was staring at your hand and then the broken dish. "Y/N?" He asked, looking at your hands and then at you.

"What." You said angrily, turning around to pick up the broken pieces.

"What's going on? Why are you crying? Are you upset?" He started to walk towards you

"Are you fucking kidding me Harry?" You dropped the broken plate, resting your hands on the sink. It was rare of you to cuss, so hearing that come out of your mouth made his eyes wide. "I've waited 8 months for you to come home. I've worked around your schedule since day one. And all I'm asking is for you to spend the day with me but you're already leaving... again?"

"It's my job petal... I can't not go?" He softly said, his brows furrowing. He ran his knuckle against his lips, looking down at the ground as you turned around to face him.

"Right, of course. Silly me, forgot that's your number one priority." You said before you moved past him, grabbing your purse and sweater.

"Where are you going?" Was the last thing you heard before you slammed the door as hard as you could behind you.

You walked over to the local cafe, sitting down you ordered some coffee and stared into nothingness out the window, slowly taking sips out of your mug. Trying to process all of what just happened.

You realized that his job was super important, but you had spent so long missing him. You probably expected too much, but at the same time you didn't think your expectations were outrageous. An exciting and loving boyfriend wanting to spend time with you after not seeing you for so many weeks? You were deep into your thoughts, zoned out completely and didn't realize Harry sliding into the seat infront of you.

"Y/N?" You blinked back a few times before flickering your eyes towards him. "I'm sorry." He whispered. You watched him, not giving off any emotion. "I was rubbish, an absolute arse... I'm so sorry...." You pursed your lips,

"Please, forgive me.. I called and said I couldn't make it and they changed the date..." You still remained silent, "Y/N, talk to me... please."

"You were gone for 8 months. I've waited for your ass to come home." You began to speak

"Hey now.... language" He looked at you, his mouth slightly tilted up in a smirk. Finding that these foul words come out of your amused him. You rolled your eyes, "I'll make it up to you, you're my number one priority."

"Hmm.." You looked down at your coffee mug. "Maybe some other day, I'm not up for much anymore." You said, standing up. You dropped some bills on the table and walked out leaving him sitting there. He ran after you turning you around sharply.

"Now I know you're mad but running away from me is childish, I apologized and want to make it up to you.."

"You didn't even seem like you cared when you walked in." You said softly, your lip trembling as you looked down.

"I'm so tired from the tour.... I didn't mean to - shit" He said shaking his head in frustration, still holding onto you "Please forgive me, I love you more than you know." He pulled you in hugging you so tightly. He looked down at you, tilting your head up and kissing you like he should have in the first place.