Harry Styles One Shot:
I was so sick and tired of this. Harry was always out with the other One Direction boys or down at the local pub drinking. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind Harry doing his own thing, but it was 4am on Sunday morning and Harry still wasn’t home. He left last night at around seven only saying a quick ‘see ya love’ and then heading straight out the door. See this was starting to become a regular thing and I don’t know if I can go on. Harry and I have been dating for 4 and a half years and he still hasn’t proposed which is a little concerning for me, but we do live together in a small apartment in Cheshire, England.
Beside’s Harry’s hectic schedule, I was very busy myself. I was a child Physiologist specializing in mainly early teens, but I do have a degree also specializing in adults as well. Harry and I hardly see each other which I completely understand why, but when we both have time off, like now, he’s never home. The boy’s just finished their tour for their new album Midnight Memories a few weeks ago and I had a whole month off from work. We both where completely free, but Harry’s been everywhere else but here with me.
I sat on the large 3 seater sofa in the middle of our living room wearing a pink off the shoulder jumper, and a pair of black leggings with my ankle length white socks. My soft blonde hair was in it’s usual style of half up half down, reaching to my bellybutton. I dye my hair quite often because I like change. But only the type of change that is with my self, not the life around me. I dyed my hair blonde a few days ago and Harry has’t said a word which was quite hurtful to me. He use to always compliment my hair when I changed the color or style, but now he doesn’t even notice.
I picked my self up off of the couch and started heading upstairs. ‘I think it’s time for you to leave’ my self conscious told me. I walked up the wooden stairs to one of the three bedroom’s up there. Mine and Harry’s. As I walked over to my closet right next to Harry’s, I picked up my light pink suitcase and laid it onto the bed. As a twenty-three year old, I dressed like a sixteen year old and acted like a cute little child. People would always tell me how nice and kind I was, and what a joy I was to be around. Obviously nothing like what Harry thinks at the moment. But it was true. I was too kind and vulnerable. Harry was... Strong willed and had a bad temper. I couldn’t help but to always forgive him. Yes Harry did hurt me very much emotionally, with there being nothing I could do about it, but after getting to know Harry after all these years, I know he would never take it to a physical level.
I grabbed a few of my favorite tops as well as two paris of jeans plus four pairs of shoes, I folded the clothes neatly and placed them into the medium sized luggage with the shoes underneath. I also took a few valuables from within the room, as well as taking ahold of my laptop and it’s charger. I put the charger into my suitcase as I opened my MacBook going onto the airpots website. I booked a single ticket for the 7:30am flight to my home town. ‘Back to Ireland’ the voice in my head spoke once more. Back to Ireland, yes. I hurriedly zipped up my suitcase carrying it down the stairs with me. I placed it next to the door as I walked into the kitchen. I put the kettle on and got out a mug from the top cupboard, making myself a quick coffee. ‘It only takes an hour and a half to get to the airport’. The voice spoke once again. I took a seat on the couch with my mug. Thinking that I should give Harry exactly thirty minutes until I’m gone for good. I pulled out my phone from my pocket setting the timer to 30 minutes. I placed my phone onto the clear glass table in front of me along with my coffee, as I remembered my CD collection. I walked into the study down stairs to see my collection of about forty or so CD’s. Music was my passion. The one thing that kept me going everyday was being able to hear the voices of those singers. I knew I couldn’t take them all with me so I only chose the fourteen dearest to me. It took me minutes of my time debating whether or not I should take Midnight Memories, but in the end I did. Even though I’m leaving him, it doesn’t mean I don’t love Harry or his music. I will love Harry forever, just like I promised, and loving Harry means loving those 5 boy’s angelic voices as well.
With my CD’s in hand I walked over to my luggage sitting down beside it and placing the disks next to me. As I carefully placed all the CD’s into my suitcase, I heard my phone start to play that familiar sound of a bird’s whistling, signifying that thirty minutes was up. Well time fly’s I guess. I finished placing the CD’s into my luggage carefully as I got up and turned my phone off getting ready for the flight. I glanced over at the clock on the oven which reed 5:04 am. I picked up my coffee cup taking one last sip as I walked over to the sink pouring the remaining mixture down the drain. I put the mug into the sink filling it with water as I walked towards the front door. I put my shoes on and when reaching the door I picked up my suitcase which was next to it. I reached out and turned the knob, opening the door. And that’s when I saw it. Harry’s car pulling up into the drive way. I tried to be quick walking towards my car with my luggage, but Harry -as usual- was faster than me. As I opened the boot to put my suit case in Harry grasped onto my hand and stopped me.
“Where do you think your going?” He slurred, blinking uncontrollably. I pulled my hand free from his tight grip and placed my suitcase in the boot, closing it as I walked to the drivers side. Before I could get into my car Harry grabbed my waist pushing me up against the car. The smell of alcohol on his breath was very strong as he leaned closer to me, repeating his previous question with more authority this time.
“I’m going home” I said as tears started to form in my eyes. They made my eyes sting as they started to fall. Harry grabbed both of my wrists securing me to the side of the car. I winced in pain as he tightened his grip even more if possible.
“Harry please let go,” I stated as his gaze intensified. He stared into my eye’s as he slowly loosened his grip, but not fully letting go.
“What do you mean ‘home’? This is your home,” He said, his voice not as angry as previously. He tightened his grip once more pushing for an answer. Before I could answer him I felt him let go. His right hand swung up and came into contact with my left cheek. I raised my hand and placed it onto my cheek. Harry just-. He just-. He just slapped me! I opened my mouth in shock.
Harry backed away as got into my car, locking all the doors as soon as I got in. I put my keys in the engine as I listen to Harry yell at me.
“You bitch! I gave you everything and now your just gonna go and leave me!?” Harry came right up to the window yelling this along with many more cuss words. I put my seat belt on and put the car into neutral as I wiped my tears away. I pushed my petal as fast as could heading towards the airport.
Time for another change. A fresh start.
2 months later:
Harry was obviously really drunk 2 months ago, because by the sounds of his hundreds of voicemails, he has no idea where I am or what happened. He doesn't remember anything.
I sighed as I pressed play on my voicemail once again.
“You have 12 new voice mail messages” The robotic lady said. Already? It’s only 11am and I just checked them yesterday!
“Tuesday, 6:42am” As the first message started to play all I could hear was sniffling.
“Johanna, please,” I heard on the other end. He was clearly trying to hold back sobs. I don’t know what to do. I can’t go back because I can’t go through everything again. I’ve been thinking about calling him back or answering at least once, but... he hit me. He broke his one and only promise to me. He would always say to me, ‘I promise to never be the reason for your pain, never be the reason of your tears’. His words echoed through my head as I went back to listening Harry plead in each message. Begging me to call him back, to tell him where I was. As I listened to the final message, I decided to text Harry. I didn’t want to speak to him, but he pleaded me to at least let him know that I’m safe.
“Please Johanna... Just please, let me know where you are. Call me back. Please Johanna, I’ve called everyone I can think of, no one will tell me where you are... I even... Called you’re family in Ireland, and they won’t tell me anything... Please Johanna, I just wanna make sure your safe. Just tell me your safe...”
I pressed save on the final message. Something just made me want to keep it. I opened up my messages and scrolled to Harry’s name. I clicked onto it and started to type a simple, short message to him.
‘Hey Harry. I’m safe... Now’ I typed pressing send. Did I really only want to tell him that? I don’t know anymore. They say listen to your heart, but my hearts divided into two, so which half do I listen to? Well? Go back to Harry or stay here in Ireland with my friends and family?
My mind was spinning as I went down the road to Niall’s house. I know he’s still in the U.S. with the boys, but I need to talk to his mum. She’s the wisest person I know. Niall’s mum has always been like my own since my mum passed away when I was a little girl. Since I arrived in Ireland I’ve been putting off going over to the Horan’s place, because I’m worried that she’ll tell Niall that I’m here and then -without meaning to- he’ll tell Harry.
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