Niall Horan imagines

Harry imagine

"Harry, have you packed up your bag yet?" you ask, your body pulling you in all directions of the room, making sure that you had packed all mobile and laptop chargers, your mobile and laptop, headphones, and passports in your purse.

"Yes, Y/N, I've been packed for the last thirty minutes. Will you relax?" Harry groans, looking up at you from the small loveseat in the corner of your bedroom, where the box was switched to the Manchester United football match.

"I was just making sure. We are going to be gone for quite a few weeks, we do need to keep check that we have certain necessities. Jesus, what crawled up your arse this morning?" you snap, your hands immediately gripping your hips, your gaze directed straight at the man in front of you.

"You're mad," Harry chuckles, the smirk on his face not one that you had come to love, but the type of sarcastic smile that made your heart burn.

Harry had been acting different over the last week, and he wouldn't tell you what was going on, and that alone killed you. You two told each other everything.

What made the whole scenario worse, was that his attitude had drastically changed. Harry was sending sarcastic comments at the most intense times, his touches were different, and he speech towards you was completely and utterly rude.

You had never experienced this from him, and you know that Anne would never allow it in her house, she had not raised him to be this way. You were at a breaking point, and that scared you beyond anything.

You loved Harry with everything you had in you, but you weren't sure if he was feeling the same.

***
"How are y'a, love?" Liam smiles, his arms opening wide to embrace you as soon as you handed your bags to the pilot.

"I'm well, how're you doing?" you respond, your smile nearly fading at the sight of Harry laughing and playing with Lux on the opposite end of the runway.

"I'm doin' just dandy. Soph's at home for now. Doctor said that she's got'a stay in bed or around the house until her dizzy spells end for good. She's not too happy 'bout it," he chuckles, rubbing your back lightly before letting you go.

"How's my best friend?" Niall shouts, running over from the steps into the plane over to you, picking you up and spinning you around, his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug.

"I'm good, Niall. Now let me go," you laugh, gripping onto his shoulders as soon as he sets you on the ground, waiting for the dizziness to stop before letting go of his body.

"You spun me one too many times, mister."

"Sorry, love. You ready to go see Canada?" he smiles, stepping back and throwing his arm across your shoulders, walking you both towards the entrance of the plane, where Harry was waiting with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Of course I am. I love Ontario. One of the prettiest places I've ever been," you smile, letting yourself slip from Niall's grip as Harry pulls you towards him, his hand immediately falling to your bum.

Niall's face turned a light pink colour, his smile changing to a look of confusion as Harry sent a glare towards his friend.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you give Niall a look like that?" you whisper, turning your head to face your boyfriend, who was staring directly at you.

You two walk up the stairs and into the jet, the air cold, making you pull your sweater even closer to your body.

"Nothing, Y/N, nothing."

"Fine, Harry. When you decided to start acting like the Harry that I love, and not a prick, let me know," you said, before turning your head and closing your eyes.