Harry Styles Imagines

•He thinks you're cheating•

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The rain hit the windows lightly, constantly reminding you of the days you spent in Washington on that business trip. Since you've been gone, it's rained incessantly and heavily. And when you were finally home, it started to storm.

Tonight was a moderately lonely night. A sense of dread filled you as the hours of waiting for Harry's return from work. The hours seemed to stretch out and the surprise you planned for Harry dissipated into a much less enthusiastic return home. All you wanted to do was get out of the rain, and unwind in his arms. But you figured out that it wasn't going to happen like that about three hours ago.

After another 45 minutes, the blare of the t.v. disappeared and the background noise did as well. It jerked you out of your deep sleep and you sat up on the couch still very sleepy. But a smile touched your lips when you saw Harry's tall frame stride in front of the t.v. and to the kitchen. "Oh hey, honey," you said while stretching both your arms and your smile.

"Hey," he mumbled. You furrowed your brows immediately getting the impression that there was something off with him. He probably didn't remember that you were home three days earlier than planned. But then again, it was odd because all while you were gone, he would call just to tell you how much he missed you.

You scooted off the couch to go to the fridge where Harry was standing and wrap your arms around him. It was as though your touch was a bright fire to him, and he flinched out of your hug. You stepped back feeling hurt by his reaction. But he seemed unaffected by it and moved to the opposite side of the kitchen. "Um, how was work?" you ask timidly.

"Good."

"Is there... anything you want to talk about?"

"No."

"Well, I'm home! So..." you left it there, hoping he would catch your subtle hint.

"I know you're home, Y/N."

"What's with the tone in your voice?" you ask boldly. You could feel your eyes starting to burn, but the fight hasn't even started yet. As if that wasn't enough, the rain started to violently drum on the windows.

With a sardonic expression staining that perfect face of his, Harry turned on you and leaned against the counter arrogantly. "Sometimes I ask that to myself."

"W- what are you talking about?"

"You're stuttering- you know exactly what I'm talking about," he says, turning his back on you again. He went on to take his microwaved pizza out and place himself on the couch- further away from you.

"Just because I'm stuttering, that doesn't mean I have a clue about what you're trying to accuse me of!"

"Before you left to Washington, I promised that I would call you and talk to you whenever I could. And when I did, I sacrificed recording time and ditched the boys whenever they wanted to hangout."

"So what?!" you ask. You didn't mean to sound inconsiderate, but you still didn't understand how all of this was your fault at the moment.

"Y/N, whenever I called you, you didn't want to talk! The way I sounded to you is exactly how you sound to me when I try talking to you!" Harry yelled as he jumped to his feet. "If I called you on break, you would always say you have to go. If I called you before bed, you would always say that you're really sleepy. It's always excuses with you."

"Are you kidding me?! I came home three entire days early for you! Is that not enough now?!"

"No, it's not! It's not going to make up for all of those nights that I spent wondering about our relationship..."

You folded your arms refusing to believe that he was about to suggest what you thought he was suggesting. "Go ahead, say it."

"I will: you're cheating on me," he growled as he backed you into a wall. Your back slammed against it and you stared into Harry's now malignant eyes in fear. His face wasn't at all far from yours, and he threw his fists at the space surrounding your neck. "You're cheating on me, I know. Just leave if you don't want me anymore, Y/N."

"I can't believe you would think that I would cheat on you," you said in a tearful whisper. "I'm not."

"Then where's the necklace?" Your eyes widened in fear and you quickly brought your hand up to your chest feeling around for a silver chain and a diamond encrusted heart. It was suddenly apparent that it was gone and you didn't know where. Harry's eyes were shut tight and his dark lashes were wet with tears. "He took it off of you, didn't he?"

His fists fell from the wall and his eyes avoided you in every way possible. To see him so upset over something that wasn't even happening was making you upset. But you weren't about to surrender to your tears- especially when you were getting blamed for cheating on him.

"He took it off of you when you guys were getting undressed together..." Harry continued in a weak voice. Your heart was starting to break as was your ability to keep from crying. The thought itself disgusted you.

"Harry, that is not what happened-"

"So you took it off?"

It just got too difficult, so you let the tears roll freely down your cheek. You did your best to steady your voice as you spoke, although it was painfully difficult when you were watching tears roll down his cheeks as well. "You know what, Harry? If you want to believe that something exists when it doesn't, be my guest. But I'm not going to stand here and listen to it. It's embarrassing and degrading to have the person you love and cherish the most accuse you of lying, sneaking around, being rude, and getting into bed with strangers!" You slipped from in between the wall and Harry, then dashed up the stairs to pack your things. You never wanted it to come to this. But it seemed like he wanted you gone. Like he wanted to lose you.

"Y/N, that's not what I said-" Harry called after you apologetically.

You stopped at the top of the stairs, clenching your fist and attempting to control the streams of tears that were leaving your eyes as wildly as the rain. "That's exactly what you said! You're wasting your time trying to prove that there's some other guy involved with me and there's not. It's like you want to be jealous!" Before he got a chance to put his word against yours, you stormed up to your bedroom and slammed the door closed behind you. Your vision was blurred as you dragged a suitcase from the closet and threw it on the bed. Just as you started to toss random piles of clothes into it, you heard Harry knock at the door but ignored it only focusing on your thoughts.

"Y/N, please let me in!"

"It's unlocked, you dummy," you sobbed as you collapsed next to the suitcase. The knob clicked and an awkward Harry cautiously ambled towards you. Of course, he sat next to you. But he still wasn't eager to draw you into his arms which is what you've longed for all night.

"Y/N, I didn't mean to say those things about you..."

"But you called me a cheater. It's the same thing-"

"And I wouldn't know that until now. But it's just that I've been trying to talk to you all of this time and you're always too busy. It makes me feel-"

"Worthless and pushed away?" you finished for him. His Adam's Apple dived and bobbed and he swiped a large hand over his face before nodding. "That's how I always feel when you're on tour. I know you're actually busy about every moment, but there's never some time set aside for us. It's either time for you to perform, go out with the boys, or sleep for the next show."

Harry took your hands in his, making you instantly regret anything insulting that you've ever said to him. "Darling, I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel that way. It's a terrible feeling, really. I'll make sure, from now on, that we have time for us when I'm on tour."

A smile started to make its way across your face, and you felt compelled to rest your head on Harry's sturdy shoulder. "You know that I would never cheat on you, right?"

"After tonight, I wouldn't care if you were cheating on me," Harry chuckled. "I just want you in my life." You giggled as he pressed a loving kiss to the corner of your lips and hugged you close. "By the way, I found something on the couch... I think this like the mother of all I-told-you-so's."

Confused, you sat up and stared at him with an addled expression. But your eyes widened and you brought your hands to your lips once you saw what he was referring to. Your diamond encrusted heart necklace- the symbol of your relationship with Harry was intertwined in his fingers. Your heart went a mile a minute, and you tried to snatch it and hold it close but Harry yanked it away from your reach. "It must have fallen off when I fell asleep! I knew I was wearing it when I got home! Can you please give it back to me?!" you begged. "I missed it!" You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he just smirked. His lips neared yours and your foreheads were pressed together. "What?" you asked with an all-knowing smile.

"If you want it back, you'll have to earn it." Complying with Harry's wishes, you passionately put your lips to his, and he did his best putting the necklace on you and latching it between kisses.