He places his hand on his forehead and the other on his hip, annoyed and fed up

“Y/N im doing important shit right now, I really dont have time for this.” He snaps. You take the lid of his laptop and slam it down so that hell stop deterring his attention to the screen. Startled and surprised, he stands up from his chair, his significantly taller frame suddenly overshadowing you.

“What the fuck is your problem?” His voice raises. It scares you, but it hurts you more than anything else that he couldnt just take a few minutes out of his work to look through your photos and help you choose.

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“You havent contributed a single thing to planning this wedding, I just wanted you to be there for this one thing!” You snap back.

“Its a fucking dress, Y/N! It doesnt even matter, ill buy you whatever you choose. Why does it even matter what you wear when I marry you?” His statement hits you suddenly, you feel hurt and betrayed by his sudden carelessness and blunt nature. This wasnt the Harry you had AM discussions with while eating waffles in your sweatpants, this Harry was different.This Harry was rude and intrusive, careless and selfish.

“Harry, at this point I dont even know if you want to marry me!” You tell him, tears welling up in your eyes. You clear your throat to preserve your voice, expecting him to show at least some sympathy towards you. Instead, he just seems even more annoyed as he forms a quick rebuttal.

“Dont be fucking ridiculous, Y/N.” He lifts up the lid of his macbook, waiting for it to turn on again as he types in his password. You feel a hot tear roll down the side of your face but wipe it away, sniffling. He doesnt notice you crying.

“I just wanted to do this with you, youre not even home anymore.” You tell him, running your forearms across your eyes roughly.

“Its annoying that you think you can just bust in here when im working to help you choose what to wear. Its not worth my album prep time to help you decide which ugly dress I like slightly more.”

You start crying even more and hes back to typing away on his computer. Swallowing the enormous lump in your throat, you try to form any sentence to hurt him as much as hes hurt you.

“If youre going to treat me like this when were not even married, why are we getting married Harry?” You ask him lightly. He looks up at you, shrugging.

His response is nonchalant, as if he genuinely doesnt care at all. You figure arguing with him is just a waste of time, regardless of how devastated you feel. You pick up some of the dress photos from his desk, preparing yourself to leave broken heartedly. He notices the small droplets of water dripping from your eyes onto the desk, and you can notice him starting to soften up. He grabs your wrist just as you finish collecting your design pictures, speaking softly

You can feel Mitch and Jeffs eyes burning holes in the back of your head, intrigued and surprised by the drama thats unfolding

“No. And Harry? You dont ever have to worry about choosing between ugly dresses or being too busy for wedding planning ever again, because the wedding isnt happening anymore. I wouldnt want to marry someone who isnt ever home anyways.”