One Direction Preferences / Oneshots

Harry Oneshot #1 - Time to leave

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.