RARE -  Harry with some friends at a picnic. 

#but the look on his face #you know what he’s thinking #”omg are those bananas?” #”i wonder if i could have those bananas?” #”i wonder if anyone else wants a banana” #”bananas are so healthy and my friends need their potassium” #”so i should save some for everyone else” #”but they don’t look interested in these bananas” #”i wonder if anyone would notice if i ate two of them” #”hmm” #”better not” #”i don’t want to be rude”

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Keep Breathing - Harry Styles One Shot 

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I grumbled softly as I rolled over onto my stomach. I reached out my arm to feel for that familiar warm body beside me but I only came up with wrinkled sheets. A slight frown on my face now, I slowly opened one of my eyes to glance at the clock beside me. It was not even 8:00 am on a Saturday, I normally have trouble getting that lug awake at half past 12 most weekends. Now a bit worried, I sat up, wrapping the thin bed sheet around me, before I trudged myself out towards the family room. Turning the corner I let out a sigh of relief when I saw a familiar mess of curly hair poking out from above the couch. 

*A Few Months Earlier*

"You know our kids are going to be a mess with your hair and my lack of of ability to do anything properly," I said, letting out a laugh as I looked out at the lake.

"Hey!" Harry grumbled. "Excuse you, the ladies love the hair."

"Sure," I laughed again.

"You love the hair," he said nudging his nose against my shoulder. I turned my gaze to look at him, his huge grin disappearing for a second when he pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder.

"Maybe," I said, returning a smile I couldn’t hold back

"And you can so do things properly, Y/N," he protested again, sending me a frown. I shook my head looking away from him again.

"Y/N," he groaned shuffling himself closer to me from his spot beside me on the sand. I shuffled father away from him sighing.

"You’re handsome, charming, not to mention can sing like a fucking angel, and what can I do? I can do school. That’s it. I can do alright on a test, while you have thousands of girls who want you. Who are prettier and skinnier, and would be so much better for you than-" my words were muffled by his hand covering my mouth.

"Stop it," he turned my head so my eyes would meet his, his eyebrows were furrowed."I don’t want to ever hear you say that again. I love you. I am marrying you," he said, removing his hand from my mouth to take my left hand in his, playing with my new ring as he continued. "If I thought you were anything less than perfect I wouldn’t be with you, I’d be with those other girls. But clearly I’m not," he said, sending me a smile I was able to return.

I walked towards him quietly, noticing the TV wasn’t on which was strange. When I reached the couch I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Harry, what are you doing up, babe?"

Getting no response, the frown on my face returned as I walked around the couch to sit beside him. His elbows were resting on his knees, and his gaze was focused on his hands that he had clenched together.    

I reached my hand towards his forehead, wanting to smooth the wrinkles from his furrowed brows.

"Harry? Harry, what’s wrong?" He was starting to scare me now.

"I have to leave, Y/N." He said finally breaking the silence.

My hand froze and I felt my breath catch in my chest.

"I just can’t be here anymore," he said, looking up at me from his hands. His voice was strong despite his slightly weary expression. 

"O-Okay, we can move? We can go anywhere you want really, w-whatever will make you happy."

"No, you don’t get it," he said sighing. "I can’t be here with you anymore.”

My head was spinning and I felt like I was going to vomit.

"I met someone else," he muttered staring at his phone on the table.

I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped my lips at his statement.

"We didn’t do anything," he winced. "But she made me realize that I don’t think I’m getting all I want- all I need out of this relationship.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to control my breathing.

"Okay."I finally said with a shaky breath, my eyes still closed. I clenched the sheet tighter around me, like it would somehow help me feel a little less like my entire world was falling apart.

"Okay?" He sounded confused.

"Um, I can be out in a hour," I said, opening my eyes. I tried with everything in me to keep the breaking inside me from being heard in my voice.

"Y/N," he protested. "You don’t have to go I can."

"No, please. It’s fine, Harry. This is my fault."

He looked at me with wide eyes. 

"In what world is this your fault?"

"I get it, Harry," I said, sending him a weak smile as he looked at me incredulously, "I wouldn’t want to be with me either."

"Y/N, stop that," he said, clearly getting more upset now. "You know that’s bullshit."

I stood up ignoring him, leaving the sheet and everything else forgotten behind me.

I focused on my hand, moving it slightly to see the glimmer of the diamond that had rested there for a while now, that I thought- I hoped, would have rested there for the rest of my life.

I slowly pulled it off my finger, placing it on the table, as I started to walk towards our bedroom. His words stopped me in my tracks.   

"Y/N, you don’t have to do that, it’s yours, you can keep it."

"Do you love me?" I asked closing my eyes again, my back still facing him.

"I do," he said almost immediately.

"Enough to want to live the rest of your life with me?"

My question was followed by silence.

I was surprised I couldn’t hear the sound of my heart shattering.

"Then I think that ring actually belongs to someone else, Harry." I said softly before walking the the bathroom, not looking back.

I shut the door, my hands shaking now as I tried to support myself on the handle. My calm demeanour failing me as I pressed my back against the door, lowering myself to the floor.

I wasn’t good enough. I was never good enough. I just wish Harry had realized that before I let him convince otherwise. 

So, I sat and focused the one thing I knew I could do.

The one thing I couldn’t fuck up.

Even when it started coming out in gasps and heaves and I felt like my lungs were going to sputter out and stop, it was still certain for right now.

Still something that I could depend on.

I just sat there, and kept breathing. 

A/N: This is my first time doing something like this! I was in a sad writing mood ;) Let me know what you think! x


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