"Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realise how much they need to fall back together." ― Unknown


"How could you forget?!" I screamed.

"I had sound check for tomorrow's show!" Harry screamed back.

"Your sound check finished at 11, you told me. My graduation started at 12! You had a whole hour to get there and you never came!"

I was so angry at him. Today had been the biggest day of my life, finishing college. He had promised that he would be there to see me graduate. He said he would wrap me up in his arms and swing me around in a circle, telling me how proud he was of me. Imagine my shock and sadness when I looked into the audience to see that there was no mop of chocolate curls anywhere.

I had come home by myself, crying my eyes out, curling up on the couch in a foetal position. That was where Harry found me. It didn't take long for the argument to blow up. My crying turned to full-on screaming, wanting to tear him apart, limb from limb. We stood across from each other, red in the face and fuming. There was rarely a time when we got into a fight but this... This was just a disaster waiting to happen.

"Well, I'm sorry."

"Sorry ain't going to cut it, Harry!"

"What do you want me to say?! I can't do anything about it now! I can't turn back time!" Harry yelled, pulling at his hair as he paced up and down the living room.

"The least you could've done was call or text me, tell me that you couldn't make it. But no, you completely forgot! Do you realise how heartbroken that makes me feel? That my boyfriend didn't remember to come to the most important ceremony of my life?" My heart sizzled in my chest as my eyes burned like flames. I had wanted him to be there and he had broken his promise. It made me doubt.

"I apologise that I have a career that demands my attention." Harry spat at me.

"You seriously making this all about you? For fuck's sake, Harry!"

"There's no "for fuck's sake!" My career is important to me! I can't just give it up to attend a graduation ceremony!"

His words stung me like they never had before. My heart felt crushed and lost all of its trust in Harry.

"So I'm not important to you?"

His face fell as he realised his mistake. He stepped forward to me, reaching out his hand but I stepped back, shaking my head.

"Don't come near me."

"Simone, love, I didn't mea-"

"Just get out."

"Baby, I-"

"Just go!" I screeched. Harry lowered his hand, defeated and pressed his lips together. I turned my back to him. I couldn't even look at him, not after what he had said to me. Sobs wracked my body as I clutched my hands to my chest. I heard his footsteps recede before there was the sound of the front door closing.

He was gone.

I broke down in a river of tears, clutching onto the doorframe to keep myself standing. I was all alone and the man I loved was gone. He had hurt me but I still loved him. Right now though, I didn't want to see him. I climbed up the stairs slowly, holding on the railing, my feet shuffling on the wooden floor.

I reached the bedroom and collapsed onto the mattress, the one Harry and I shared every night when he was home. The pain in my heart grew when I realised how big the bed was without him. The empty side smelt of him. The pillow, the sheets, everything. I grabbed his pillow and threw it across the room in a fit of rage, screaming. I sunk my fingers into my scalp, almost ripping my hair out. Today hadn't gone the way I had planned. It was the complete opposite, the happiness I should feel was just misery and I felt lost. I buried my face in my hands and thought of everything Harry and I had gone through. The rumours, the paparazzi, the pressure. We had made it through all of that and somehow, this fight had broken us. It had broken me.

Then, something caught my eye.

An object was near the pillow that I had thrown. It was small and black and it was a box. I got off the bed and fell to my knees onto the floor, picking up the small box. My bottom lip trembled as I flipped open the lid.

"Oh, no...!"

A ring?! A diamond ring? He had it in his pillow?! For how long? I was overcome with so many emotions. I was happy and surprised and over the moon that he wanted to present me this ring but I was upset and heartbroken that I might have lost him tonight. And that he might not be able to propose to me now.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry." I gasped, closing the lid and holding the box to my heart. I was scared now. Have I lost the love of my life forever?

0*0

I didn't know what time it was when Harry came home. It was well after midnight though and I hadn't gotten any sleep. The box was still in my hands and the lid was open, the moonlight shining off the large diamond. It was a beautiful ring, completely my style. No wonder Harry had chosen it to be the ring for me.

When I heard him come into the bedroom, I snapped the lid shut and clutched it to my chest. My back was to him and my body rose and fell with each breath that I took. I heard him shuffling around the room, either walking to the bathroom or taking his clothes off. Then, there was nothing. Just silence. That only lasted for a few seconds because his voice echoed off the walls.

"Shit!"

I looked over my shoulder to see Harry bending over, his hand inside his pillow on the floor. In the dark room, I could still make out his facial features which were rigid in fear. I sat up and held up the box.

"Looking for this?"

Harry looked in my direction with wide eyes, completely astounded that I had the ring box in my hand. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, turning on the lamp, illuminating the bedroom in a gentle golden glow.

"I didn't want you to find out this way. I intended for you to find out when I got down on one knee." He said, not looking at me.

"When were you going to do that?" I asked him. He gave me a apologetic look, sucking on his bottom lip.

"Tonight. After your graduation."

I looked back at the box, twirling it in my fingers. Tonight? I could have had the ring on my finger right now. But I had thrown him out of the house. He never had the chance to do what he had wanted to do. The tears came back again, cutting through my stained cheeks. It turned into sobbing, my nostrils getting runny. I was so wrapped up in my crying that I didn't even move when

Harry laid next to me, pulling me to his chest. He rubbed my back and pressed kisses to my head.

"I'm sorry I forgot about your graduation. Simone. I really am. I didn't mean to forget." He whispered.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Harry. I never wanted to fight with you." I whimpered into his chest. This was all a misunderstanding and I had forgiven him. I couldn't lose Harry. He was my life now.

"I was terrified that you weren't going to come back."

"Of course I came back. I will always come back to you." He told me, tucking his fingers underneath my chin, titling my head up. I blinked away tears as he leaned down, our lips barely brushing. I wrapped my arm around his neck to bring him closer, kissing him with a deep force. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was rough and hot, everything about it oozed sex. The box was still in my hand, caught in my fingers. I raised it up and broke the kiss, whispering one word.

"Yes."

Harry's green eyes grew large, cupping my neck with his hand.

"Yes?"

"Yes." I repeated with a smile. Harry didn't respond with words. His mouth was on mine with such passion that I almost forgot to breathe. My free fingers wandered into his hair, gripping the strands around his neck. He growled as I bit down on his bottom lip, hearing his heartbeat match the rhythm of my own. I knew that we were longer broken. We were together again.

"I would love to do it the right way though." Harry murmured, pulling out of the kiss. I saw he had his hand open so I grinned and placed the box in his palm. He slid off the bed and I threw my legs over the side. Tears of joy blossomed in my eyes when he went down on one knee, opening the box.

"Simone, you are everything to me. I want to be there by your side for the rest of your life. I want to tie myself to you in every way that is humanly possible. You have my heart and I sincerely hope that I have yours. So, will you marry me?"

I nodded enthusiastically, smiling widely.

"Yes. Nothing would make me happier."

Harry's grin was huge as he took the ring out and put it on the fourth finger of my left hand. He kissed the diamond and I wiggled my fingers, giggling. It looked perfect on me and it dawned on me that Harry was my fiancé.

We fell back onto the bed, laughing and kissing, leading to the best post-fight sex I had ever had. Full of lust, sweaty limbs wrapped in soft embraces as lips touched every skin of flushed skin. It was perfect. Afterwards, I lay in his arms just as the sun was coming up. His chest was hot and sticky and his sweaty curls tickled my forehead.

"I love you, Harry Styles."

"I love you too, future Mrs. Simone Styles." He chuckled, kissing my forehead. My heart jumped at the sound of my new name and I loved that feeling. The fight was forgotten. That was in the past. I looked into my future. My future with Harry. And it looked amazing.

Notes

Hope you enjoyed this, Simone! It was a little hard to write but I got there in the end :)

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