ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY | W2S
PROLOUGE:
Drunken Words are Sober Thoughys
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synopsis: your and Harry’s break up.
notes: (1.2k wdc), arguing in the streets 😬, mentions of alcohol use + allusions to too much of it, mentions of fights, reader is FED UP!!!
taglist: @sdmnpact @amalkapurr @dvmpanwa @wh0refortommyshelby
It was nights like this where you couldn’t bring yourself to understand what Harry was thinking.
It was an important night for you, you were working with your label about to launch the tickets for your American tour.
As much as you hated to admit it, both you and Harry had drifted apart the last few months. Work, busy schedules, constant social events. It was weighing on you two, as much as you wish it wasn’t.
However with the little time you had spent with your boyfriend, he had been grumbling on about an event he had to attend with the Sidemen. He hated social events, and let it be known even when just the two of you were going.
But he went. He dressed up, put on a nice button up to look somewhat presentable, and went on his way, not before wishing you luck on your launch.
You hated how you felt nervous that he was going. You loved him with every bone of your body, only not when he wasn’t sober. People had come to know Harry as an obnoxious and mean drunk, and unfortunately that would sometimes extend to you.
With the wrapping of their shoots for the year, the group had been having increasingly more and more outings, leaving you to pick up Harry. And with just your luck, this night was another one of those nights.
“I can’t believe this…” You mumbled angrily, pulling up to the venue, spotting your boyfriend sitting outside on the pavement with his head in heads.
You were wearing a baggy t-shirt, one of his, and a pair of loose pants. You had just launched the sale, before you got a call from Simon, letting you know that Harry had gotten into an argument with some American youtuber, that escalated into full out fight, resulting in him getting kicked out.
Getting out of the car you walk over to him, anger circulating your body. He could feel it before you even spoke.
“I know.” He said, his voice halfway mumbled by his hands.
“What the hell were you thinking?” You asked, shaking your head.
Harry kept his hands over his face; he couldn’t bare to look at you, he didn’t want to see the heartbroken expression you no doubt had on your face.
“You knew Harry, you knew how important it was for me to be there, at least until the first batch of tickets were sold. You knew.”
The wind began to pick up as the two of you were silent. You were staring at him, internally begging him to say something, but he didn’t, he didn’t say anything at all.
“This can’t keep happening, Harry.” You decide to say, after the quietness.
Harry takes his hands off his face and instead wraps them around his legs as he continues to sit on the pavement. If you weren’t so wrapped up in your anger, you might’ve noticed the way his eyes glistened or the way his knuckles were swelling and bruised up.
He nods, not knowing what to do in his inebriated state.
“I, I worry, every time you go out now. Waiting for the call from one of your mates that something has happened.” You confess, your eyes welling up in tears.
Harry feels a wave of guilt wash over him. He looks down at the road, his eyes tracing over the cracks in the pavement.
“Maybe…maybe, we should,” He starts, hesitating for a moment, before going through with what he originally was going to say. “Maybe we should stop.”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. The air suddenly felt colder, the wind hitting you face on now. “What do you mean, stop?”He takes a deep breath.
“You’re going on tour and I-I, I’ll be out here, and y‘’ know you’re moving on, and things are changing, and I just, I just don’t wanna stop that.” He rambles, slurring some of his words.
You weren’t crying before but you are now. You felt tears drip down your cheeks at his confession. “You’re drunk.”
“No, well, yeah,” He says, pausing to let out a faulty laugh. “But am I wrong? I mean I know you’ve been thinking it.”
The tension in the air is thick, words neither you had had the guts to say before, now out and open in the air. Normally, you two would sleep it off, talk about it the next day, but for some reason the words said cut deep into both of you.
“I-“ You start to say, your voice cracking, before you shut it at the sound of a clang. Both of you shoot your heads to the door of the venue.
A group of influencers walk out, leaving the two of you in awkward silence. Not knowing what to do, you stand there, staring at the cement side walk he was sitting on, but not directly at him.
Soon after, Tobi walked out, and he could tell something had gone up with the two of you.
“There you are mate, heard you got kicked out, wanted to see if your Mrs. had picked you up.” Tobi says awkwardly, chuckling at the end of his sentence.
Neither you nor Harry responded.
“Is everything alright?” Tobi chooses to say next.
You nod, looking up from the ground, to look Tobi in the eye. You knew he had seen tears that were falling down your face, by the way he visibly softened.
“Yeah, um, I have to go.” You say, pausing for a second to fake laugh. “Tour stuff, y’know? Never can get a break.
Tobi nods and you take that as confirmation that you can go. Still, despite the way your heart was aching and the anger that was left simmering, you looked down at Harry.
“Call Cal. He’ll pick you up.” You say, your voice soft. Harry looked up at you, his eyes glossed over. Only now did you see the burgundy stain on his button up.
“Alright.” Harry says, his voice just as soft as yours.
Your heart was yelling at you at that moment, telling you to pick him up, to take him home and letting you know you could fix it. But your brain took over, you knew whatever relationship issues the two of you had couldn’t be fixed in one night. And with you going on tour, it would only strain the relationship even more.
So you got into your car and drove home. Cal would later take Harry home.
1 month from that date you went on tour.
3 months later you would come back before starting your Australia stretch.
6 months Harry would get a new girlfriend, only 4 months later she would break up with him.
2 years later you would release your third album, the album that would sky rocket your career.
4 years later Harry would be playing at a Sidemen charity match, where you would be performing.
Neither of you were seen in the same room together. Pictures taken prove that both of you were in the same place, at the same time, but never near one another.
Not until 6 years later, where a party would capture your first time together, in over half a decade.
