“Harry! Get your ass on stage!” Jeff groaners, “I’ve been looking all over for you, you’re late let’s go.” “You’re not gonna watch the show? Look, I know you’re not happy with me right now and I don’t kn-“ Harry began, starting to follow after her but Jeff enters the room suddenly. “I’m tired.” She whispered, grabbing her hoodie from the couch and walking into the backroom, “I’m going to take a nap, we’ll talk later.” “Can we talk about this later?” Harry groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I need to get on stage.” “Harry…” she spoke slowly, trying to make sure she came off calm rather than trying to seem like she was trying to attack him again, too exhausted to keep fighting, “I’m really trying to talk here, do you even know why I’m upset? At all?” “Are you done pouting?” Harry frowned, quirking his eyebrow when she finally looks up at him, “I would appreciate the support of you watching me perform.” He stood before her, towering over her as he stood in front of the couch with his arms crossed over his broad chest as he scowled down at her, watching as she picked at her nail polish anxiously under his harsh, intense glare. Now, Y/N sighs, sitting down on the large comfy green room couch and sinking back in it, rubbing her hands over her face frustrated as she sees Harry approach her again. “Thank you Jeremey.” Harry nodded, “I’ll be out in a minute.” Styles, sir, you have less than 5 minutes until you need to be on stage.” The stage manager informs, giving Y/N a polite smile when he noticed her standing behind him. “Yes! You’re not even listening to what I’m saying to you!” Y/N groaned rolling her eyes, “literally proving my point even more, so thank you.”Ī knock on the locked door makes them both jump, Harry shooting his girlfriend a scowl before sulking over to the door, swinging it open with a bright smile, turning the act on. The two lovers had been arguing for the better of an hour, not even sure what the initial bickering was really about has now caused them to be in an off and on screaming match in the dressing room before Harry’s show. “Are you serious?” Harry laughed bitterly in disbelief, “that’s what you’re going with?”
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