Request for @TitanicLove713

Harry walks into your shared apartment just as you finish setting the table. "I'm home babe!" He yells from the front door. You adjust the fork on the table so it is perfectly straight. With one last glance at the romantic dinner set for two, you run through the kitchen. Harry engulfs you in a gigantic hug. He rests his chin on your head, running his hands up and down your back.

"Hi lovely," he pulls you away from him so he can look into your eyes. 

"Hi," you whisper as Harry pulls you back in for a kiss. Your body heats up with desire as his hands roam your body. You moan as his kisses trail down your neck. "Harry," you giggle, breaking away from him.

"Happy five years," Harry gushes. You can't help but smile. Harry had left for the studio very early this morning and hadn't had the chance to congratulate the both of you. 

"Happy five years," you repeat back in utter bliss. 

Harry gasps. 

"What?"

"Wait right here," Harry rushes outside before reappearing seconds later with one hand behind his back. 

"What have you got there?" You question with a grin on your face. Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from the continuous smile plastered on your face. Harry wiggles his eyebrows teasingly before revealing a beautiful bouquet of flowers. 

You gasp in surprise. "Harry! They are beautiful." You take them from Harry's hands and inhale their delicious aroma. 

"Not as beautiful as you," he grabs the belt loops on your jeans and pulls you in, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You roll your eyes, trying not to blush. "Come, follow me."

You drag Harry across the apartment and into the kitchen, where his favorite meal in the entire world was piping hot and ready to eat, with candles lit to set the mood. You look to see Harry's reaction. 

"Oh my, it's perfect." Harry whispers, a gigantic smile on his face. Your heart fills with love and emotions too powerful for words seeing Harry so happy and in love, with you. He plants a big slobbery kiss on your lips and says, "Let's eat!" 

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Dinner had gone amazing, and now it was time for dessert. You pulled the treat out of the refrigerator and Harry's eyes lit up. 

"Our favorite," he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. 

You each took a piece of the dessert, making sure to leave some for another night. 

"So, I wanted to talk to you about something," you announce without an ounce of confidence. You had been putting the conversation off for a while now and waited for a time when Harry was happiest to finally bring it up. 

Harry stopped eating mid bite and put his fork down slowly without taking his eyes off of you. "Okay," he replied hesitantly. "You can tell me anything. You know that, right?" He began to worry. 

"I know," you reassured him. "I just want to make sure we are on the same page with our lives."

"What do you mean by that?" He questions. "We've been together for five years now, lived together for three, I'm not really following. We argue sometimes, but I mean fighting can be healthy too."

"Well do we want the same things for our future together? What's the next step in our relationship?" You ask, trying to make him get the hint. 

Harry sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "I'm not sure, you tell me," he tries his best to stay calm and not get too ahead of himself. 

"Well we've been together for five years and I don't know," you break away from his intense gaze and look down at your fork which is poking at the dessert left on your plate. "I thought maybe," your voice gets smaller. 

"Get to the point of all this babe," he groans. 

"That's exactly it! What is the point of all of this! All our friends are engaged and popping out kids and well, I don't know, I just thought it might be nice if you would propose to me sooner rather than later," you snap. Taking a deep breath, you slowly look back up to face Harry. 

"Wow, I can't believe you are doing this right now," he pushes his chair out from under him and stands up, throwing his napkin on top of his plate. 

"Better to do it now than after ten years of being together with no chance of a ring on my finger on the forecast!" You stand up and follow Harry who had walked to the couch. 

Harry doesn't say anything, but instead plops himself on the couch and begins to read a book. Your face becomes red with anger. "You're not taking this seriously Harry. I want kids and a family and I'm running out of time! I want a house and a white picket fence. If you can't be committed after five years then seriously, what even is the point anymore," you shout and begin walking away. 

Harry grabs your wrist and pulls you in his direction. "I've been committed to this relationship for five years, I don't know what the fuck you are going on about." He stares into your soul, awaiting a response. 

"Well, if you're not going to propose to me anytime soon, I don't see the point of this relationship anymore. You probably have been just waiting for me to finally say something so you could move onto the millions of girls just waiting to fuck the Harry Styles. Who knows? You could already be fucking one behind my back right now." 

As soon as those words left your lips, you regretted them instantly. Harry was always insecure about the fact that so many women would fall at his feet if he asked them to. You knew he had been faithful since day one, and to question his fidelity and loyalty to you was something you didn't ever imagine doing. 

You could see the hurt in his beautiful eyes and you knew you had taken it too far. "I can't believe you would think that," he mumbled, his voice unstable and cracking. 

"I-I'm sorry Harry, I know you would never cheat on me," you apologize profusely, trying to get him to look you in the eye. He walks away from you and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind him, making you jump from the loud noise. 

You hold in your tears and run out the door, leaving everything behind. 

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You don't know how long you had been wandering around for. With no phone, watch, or wallet, you couldn't check the time, text a friend, or buy some cheap alcohol and get completely wasted. 

You continued to walk aimlessly, rehearsing your apology to Harry over and over again in your head. 

When you finally recognized a street name, you began running to get back to the love of your life and begin your endless apologies. Turning the corner, you stop in your tracks. Five police cars huddle around your apartment building, blue lights blinding your view. Immediately assuming the worst, you sprint to the back entrance and climb the stairs, skipping every other step. 

When you finally reach your floor, your heart sinks to your stomach. Three police officers surround the door to your apartment. You are frozen in place. Your heart pounds against your chest, and you begin to hear ringing in your ears. 

All of a sudden, you catch the attention of one of the police officers. "Are you okay miss?" He asks you from across the hallway. You struggle to respond. You begin walking towards the cops slowly. 

The ringing in your ears becomes louder, and one of the officers yells something incoherent to someone inside the apartment. You hear another shout, and seconds later, Harry comes bursting through the door hurdling straight for you, with cops following behind him. 

Relief rushes through your body like a wave crashing onto shore. "I-" you begin as Harry gets closer and closer to you. 

You never finish your sentence; Harry almost knocks the wind out of you, enveloping you in a huge hug. You both almost lose your footing because of the force which Harry hugged you with. He sways you back and forth in his arms. Confusion and guilt hit you like a truck. He thought something bad had happened to me, you think. 

"Bloody hell," he stammers, squeezing you even tighter. Tears stain both of our shirts. "Don't ever scare me like that again," he cautions. 

"I'm sorry," you wail, unable to process the scene around you and what had just occurred. 

"It's okay, you're okay, we're okay," Harry repeats over and over, comforting into your ear. 

"Is everything okay, Mr. Styles?" The officer asks from a distance, trying not to intrude on the moment you two were sharing. 

Without letting you go, Harry composes himself just enough to let out reassurance to the cops, and turns around to face them. "Yes, everything is fine officer. This is her. Sorry for the inconvenience." Harry's eyes meet yours once more. 

"No worries. Glad everything is fine."

You mouth, 'I'm sorry' as the cops slowly walk past and down the hall, out of sight. 

"Harry, what happened?" You question, still holding onto him tightly. 

"I came back into the living thirty minutes later and you weren't there," Harry begins, his words muffled, speaking into your hair. "I searched the entire apartment twice before finally calling the cops once I realized your phone and everything were gone. You scared me so much," he finishes, finally letting you out of his grasp. 

"How long was I gone for?"

"Almost two hours," he states sternly. 

You bury your face into his chest. "You will never forgive me," you cry. 

He takes your chin in his palm and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. "Of course I forgive you," he consoles.

"I'm sorry for all the stupid things I said and did tonight Harry."

"I'm sorry I walked out on our conversation without saying anything. I love you."

"I love you too Harry."

I hope this is good! @TitanicLove713 I hope I brought your imagine to life a little more!