Harry Styles Imagines

36 - Dance Performance PART 2

Dance Performance - Part 2

                                                After I brought my daughter in her room and read her a bed time story I plop onto the couch in the living room. With a blanket around my body and the remote in my hand I lay down and watch some TV whilst processing the evening of today. As always Harry did not show up and this already was the fifth performance she had. He did not come to one.

 Not only is our daughter upset with her father but so am I. I know he as a lot to work and I love watching him do it. I love seeing him on TV and I love to say that he is mine, that I'm the lucky woman who can say she is married to an amazing man who lives his dream. But I don't love that he is always away and cancels dates and important appointments.

 All those things pulled me in so I didn't notice that Harry is already back from work. When I hear the door I quickly straighten up and pull my blanket higher. I hear him kicking off his shoes, taking off his jacket and putting the keys on the dresser. I hear him walking, quietly, through the foyer until he walks to the kitchen area without looking into my direction once.

 I can easily see him from the couch since no wall separates the kitchen from the living room but this also means he should hear the sounds of the TV. Still, he does not look to me which frustrates me even more. Harry takes a water bottle and something to eat out of the fridge and turns around with it.

 For the first time this day he looks at me and his eyes widen when he sees me sitting on the couch. Harry puts the items onto the counter and crosses the room in a matter of seconds.

  "I thought you were asleep."

  "Well, I'm not." I snap and my eyes dart back to the TV. But Harry blocks my view when he leans down to give me a kiss on the forehead. For a brief moment the anger ebbs away when his warmth meets my body and his scent fills my nostrils.

  "Work was hell today." Harry sighs and plops down next to me, getting under the blanket with me, wrapping both his arms around me. I don't nestle up against him, instead I sit straight and watch the TV. His lips kiss my shoulder, over and over again.

  "What is wrong, babe? You're so quiet," Harry mumbles against my skin and tries to pull me closer to his chest but I push him away, "Would you please talk to me?"

  "Lilly." I simply answer, hoping the name of our daughter will give him enough answer. But he still doesn't understand why I'm enraged.

  "Lilly? What is wrong with her? Is she sick?"

  "Dance performance." I tell him and Harry lets out a sound which tells me that he remembers.

  "Of course, the dance performance. It was today, wasn't it?" Harry says and I nod, crossing my arms in front of my chest, "I'm so sorry, love. I couldn't leave the studio because they needed me for—"

  "Don't make up excuses when the truth is that you forgot it!"

 Harry stays quiet which gives me the affirmation that he did forget it. He could easily defend himself with telling me why he couldn't come but he didn't. How could he forget something that is so important to his own daughter...

  "I'm so sorry..."

m "You shouldn't apologize to me! I was not the one who was crying on the ride back home, I was not the one who said that you won't come to one of her next performances. Lilly gave up every hope that you maybe visit one of her performances. Lilly cried when she saw every other kid getting a hug from their father but she didn't," I say, my voice getting louder the longer I tell him the events of today, "Lilly can get everything from you, everything you can buy with money! But all she wants is to spend time with you, something you cannot buy!"

 I stand up and throw the blanket back on the couch. Everything I just said needed to be said and I just hope that I was not too loud. I don't want to wake Lilly, especially she should not wake up to her parents fighting.

  "I did not want to hurt her with my absence..."

  "You did and not only her but also me," I tell him and Harry sighs, looking as if guilt is flooding every part of his body, "You can stay on the couch tonight."

  "Y/N, please!"

 But I ignore him and leave the living room to walk into our bedroom. Without Harry it is not as warm as usual but I'm already used to the cold or to an empty bed. It is not like this is my first night without Harry. But to know that he is here, only in the room next to me makes everything more cold, more scary, more empty.

 A few minutes later I hear soft footsteps in the bedroom and when I lift my head I see Harry. Groaning, I turn my back toward him. "Did you not hear what I said?"

  "I did," Harry confirms and I feel the bed moving, "But I won't listen to you just because you are stubborn about this."

  "I'm not stubborn. I'm frustrated and angry because you never keep a promise!"

  "And I'm sorry for that. Hurting or disappointing one of you is the last thing I want to do," I hear him quietly say, his finger stroking over my arm, "Look at me, baby. Please."

 With a loud sigh I turn around and face him. I don't want to be angry with him anymore because I know he is sorry and I know he doesn't want to hurt either of us. Harry quickly seizes the chance and pulls me against his chest. I missed his body so much I didn't even realize it until now. I'm so used to sleep alone, only imagining his arms wrapped around me and his heartbeat against my ear, that it kind of feels surreal to finally be in his arms again.

  "Trust me, watching her dance is one of my biggest wishes."

  "What is your first and biggest wish of every wish you have?"

  "Making you both happy," Harry whispers against my temple and places a few kisses on it, "In every possible way I can make you happy and I know I don't do it with money and buying you presents. I know how I could make you happy but this way is so hard for me because there always is something that prevents me from doing it. I don't want to fight with you because I barely see you and I have many things in my mind which make us both happy."

 I smile at his last words, putting my leg over his and pressing my body closer against Harry. Tightly embraced we lay in bed and think about the current situation. 

  "You make me happy, every day, although I can't always see you or feel you but the knowledge alone that you love me makes me happy." His raspy and tired voice enters my ears and floods my body with warmth.

  "I love you so much," I whisper and look up to him, only seeing his eyes because we are so close to each other, "I don't think I will ever stop with it."

  "Hopefully you won't," Harry pulls me higher and kisses me passionately, sweetly, tenderly, "Because my love for you grows with each day more and more and I don't know what I would do when you both leave me."

  "Good thing we won't." I say and kiss him again, pulling his face closer to mine, feeling his soft lips moving along with mine.

  "I promise I will be watching her next performance."

  "Please don't make promises you can't keep, Harry." I beg him and the expression in his eyes saddens.

  "This is not an hollow promise. I mean it, I will be there and if I have to swim over the ocean because I'm in another country I will do it."

  "You could just fly with a plane." I giggle and Harry chuckles, burying his head in my hair.

  "When I say that I would swim it makes me look more like a superhero."

  "You are already my hero so you don't need to prove anything to me."

  "But honestly, I will be there," Harry assures me and I smile, "I will be there because I love you two with everything I have and I am, because you two mean everything to me." He whispers tired and with those words, carrying them in my mind and heart, repeating them in my head as if it were my lullaby, I allow myself to fall asleep.