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Sign Of The Times

“We got to get away.”

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of depression

Harry had never felt better. He’d never been happier. He had his career exactly where he wanted, he was healthy, he’d just hit two years with the love of his life. The love of his life. Y/N. She was his, she was the one. Harry was more than sure of it. He’d been sure of it since the first time they met, when he was meeting with a new producer and she’d walked in with a stack of papers as tall as her and almost dropped them. Y/N worked in music also, just a different aspect of it. It’s cliche and sappy to even think it, Harry knows, but the moment her hand met his to shake, when her sweet voice rang through his ears telling him simply her name, everything to him seemed to fit. He’d been stressed the days before they met over his new album and what to do next in his career, but in that moment, he’d been drowned by a serenity he hadn’t felt in months- no, in years. She made him feel like he was 16 and falling in love for the first time all over again, nothing to worry about but having a good time and what he was going to eat for dinner.

He brushed it off as just sexual attraction, though, despite her wearing jeans and turtleneck sweater in that moment. But after she’d left for a few hours, he felt his tummy drop in disappointment. That is until she came back. That’s when he’d blurted “Would you like to go for dinner” so fast, he thought his tongue would get stuck in his teeth. She’d just quirked a brow, followed by a small giggle and a nod, making the biggest grin break out on Harry’s face.

Now, after two years together, they’d had arguments and small fights, the most extreme one ending up with Y/N not talking to him for a week (which was absolute Hell). That was when they realized a common topic that often proved to be problematic to their relationship.

It’s not a secret that Harry’s fans were devoted, a few going as far as to be a bit obsessed. They were protective over Harry, many hoping to date him, themselves, and a lot of them who believe he doesn’t like women in a sexual way as a whole. The fact of the matter is that most did not like Y/N one bit. One would think after two years together, they’d have gotten used to her, but the comments and threats and hate persisted every single day. It started with comments on her appearance, then on her job, then on her using him for money or fame, then it became threats to her life, people finding her address and some showing up at her apartment. Luckily, after a year and a half together, Y/N moved in with Harry and traveled with him a lot, so they couldn’t pin point her location to a certain degree.

Harry knew it got bad, and he’d continuously offered solutions, suggested she stay home (no matter how much he wanted her on the road with him), and they’d both considered faking a break up just so the fans would stop harassing her. But neither could go through with it.

It wasn’t until Harry realized the full effect it had on Y/N that he became horrified.

She was sobbing, head buried in her knees as she sat against the headboard of their bed. Harry wasn’t supposed to be back for another hour. Y/N never wanted him to see her like this.

But Harry did. He saw it all. He’d entered their home, setting his bag down on the couch before he’d realized the muffled noises. It had taken him less then a minute to sprint upstairs, eyebrows already creased and heart racing as he heard the violent crying.

“Y/N?” He calls, pushing through their bedroom door to find her on the bed. “Hey, hey, baby love,” He coos, throwing off his jacket onto the accent chair by the door, kneeling by the bed and settling a hand on her thigh.

She was startled as he’d bursted through the door, little hiccups stills leaving her lips despite trying to hold back her persistent tears. They continued on though, and another sob was choked out, making Harry’s frown deepen. “I-I’m sorry, Har, I-I’m fine, I’m fine, honey,” she tries to dismiss it.

“No no no,” He says, picking up her legs as he sits in front of her and setting them over his lap, pulling her close now. Y/N can’t help but curl into the warmth of his side, running her hand up and down his spine to calm herself, other hand wrapped around to his side to hold to him. “What’s got my baby love so upset?” Harry quietly asks.

This just makes another sob heave from her, making his chest ache and a deep seated worry flood through him. “Y’okay, ‘m here, lovie, y’okay,” He repeats, pressing a kiss to her temple as she curls into him more.

“Th-They’re right,” She cries, “They’re all right, Harry.”

“Who? Who are yeh talking about?” He asks. Who had made his love feel this way? Who’d made her like this? He was beginning to feel a boiling under his skin at whoever caused this, whoever made Y/N suffer like this.

“The fans are right, Harry,” She whimpers, sniffling as she pulls away from him and stands up, “I don’t deserve you.” Harry had heard that said so many times, but in books and movies. Hearing the woman he’d planned to spend the rest of his life with saying it, telling him that she wasn’t good enough for him, it was complete nonsense.

“W-What…” He can’t find the words, looking at her stood in front of him, his face dropping as he processes her words. “That’s-That’s ridiculous, Y/N, you’re my lovie, the love of m’life, I-I don’t understand-“

“It’ll keep getting worse, Harry,” She mumbles, silent tears falling down her face now, “What happens if we decided to get married, then have kids? I-I thought it would go away after a couple months, but it’s been two years!”

Harry’s connecting the dots, realizing what she was slowly leading up to. “You don’t have to listen to what the fans say. We can block them and get restraining orders and take a break from social media-“

“I’m not crying because of what they say, Har,” She finally tells him, “I-I’m crying because I know how we’ll end up eventually-“

“Y/N, don’t-“ Harry’s heart is about to beat out of his chest, his own eyes burning with the tears that are quickly flooding him.

“We were never gonna end up together-“

“B-But it’s been two years, w-we’ve been-“

“You know what I mean, Harry. Something always separates us.” Y/N is trying so hard to stop the new tears that are ready to run from her eyes, but these words were ones she had never planned to say in her life, not to Harry. She knew in her gut he was the one.

“Do you… Do you not love me anymore?” His voice cracks, speaking so quietly that he thought for a second he had only thought it.

But Y/N’s eyes blow wide, allowing those tears she’d desperately tried to hold back finally spill down her cheeks. “I love you more than life, Har, I love you so much that I-I don’t want to think of you even hugging another woman-“

“Then why are you saying this?“ He sounds broken, and he feels just that. He doesn’t know why to do, what to say, what to think.

“It’s useless to try and explain-“

Harry cries out in frustration, “Talk to me, for fuck’s sake! Stop closing yourself off and-and trying to fix everything on your own, Y/N! We need to speak to each other, we need to open up! Or else this will all just keep getting worse and worse, so, baby, please-!”

“W-We’ve been here before, Harry!” She exclaims, pointing at him, “You know it! We keep doing this over and over and every single time it’s the same. I-I love you so much, but I-“

“Then what?” They’re yelling now, Harry stood up, too to get his point across. “You think my life will-will improve without you? Are y’fuckin nuts, Y/N? I don’t have anything, I have nothing if I don’t have you!” Harry’s screaming, angry tears spilling down his flushed cheeks as he lets out his frustration, all the frustration from his own opinions on what the fans had said and Y/N’s new revelation. “You’re all I am, you’re all I know now, Y/N! How could my life improve when you‘re all I live for?! How could my life improve if you are it?” He’s panting now, chest heaving as he looks down at her.

Her eyes are boring into his, puffy and brimmed with tears, but so beautiful that Harry has to look away because she’s leaving him right now. He thought she’d left him. He was being abandoned again.

But then Y/N is suddenly falling into his chest in a mess of sobs, fists gripping his t-shirt as her tears stain it. It takes Harry less than a second to wrap her up in his arms and take a seat on the bed, pulling her into his lap. She straddles his hips, holding each other so close that in a darkened room, one might think they were one.

“‘M so sorry y’have t’live like this, lovie,” Harry whimpers, nose bumping against hers, their lips brushing, “S all my fault.”

“‘S not,” She shakes her head softly, gently kissing him once, then twice, then a third time, Harry chasing her lips after every one, desperate to feel her as close as possible at that moment. “I love you, Har, we’ll figure it out.”

They stay like that for a moment, until Harry is suddenly grabbing his phone from the bedside table, then pulling his girl close once more as he types out a tweet. Y/N’s eyebrows furrow, watching as he hits tweet, then taking the phone and looking at what he’d said.

harry_styles: Y/N is here to stay. If you don’t respect her, you don’t respect me, so when you all ask her to leave, I’ll have no choice but to leave with her. Treat her with kindness. H.

A gasp leaves her lips, looking at him, “Y’dont mean that, Har. You can’t just drop everything, your career and all your other fans. I’m not worth it.”

“I’d do it for you I’m a heartbeat,” Harry says without hesitation. He would, 100%. If he didn’t wake up to her little snores and mumbles in her sleep, didn’t hear her humming “Crystal” by Fleetwood Mac while cooking breakfast for him at 6 am before his jog, or even just feel her squeeze his hand reassuringly whenever he was nervous or getting stressed, he’d just fall apart. He’d become so used to just being with her, he wasn’t lying when he said she was his life. Those little things are the things that keep him going now, and finding a new inspiration if she left him would undoubtedly be impossible.

“W-What if this does nothing?” Her forehead rests against his, a small pout on her lips as a lone tear falls from her eye, bottom lip then tugged between her teeth in an anxious manner. “We can’t hide forever, Harry.”

He shakes his head, kissing her trembling lips, “We‘re gonna get away, lovie, jus’ you and I for as long as we need. We‘re gonna get away.”

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