Harry Styles Imagines

•Angry and jealous •

N O T   M I NE. 

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"Why are you so angry, Harry?" You half shout as you and Harry are walking back into the apartment you've shared for almost a year.

"Oh, I don't know!" Harry says sarcastically. "Maybe it's the fact that when that women was interviewing me you were at the other end of the room getting chatted up by some other guy! I just love seeing that!" Harry spat at you.

You and Harry had little fights every now and then but nothing like this. Yeah you had been talking to some guy when Harry was getting interviewed but you hadn't been flirting. It was just a polite conversation about how you days had been but Harry didn't see it like that. You flung your jacket over your cream couch and turned to face Harry.

"He was hardly "Chatting me up", Harry. He was asking how my day had been. How is that so wrong?"

"So when he stared right into your eyes, he wasn't flirting? That's pathetic. You know he was but you didn't even do anything when I was in the same room!" Harry's voice had now raised into a shout.

"Where was he supposed to look? My feet? You're the pathetic one here, Harry. You have thousands of girls throwing themselves at you everyday, yet it's wrong when I have a conversation with one guy? You're clearly just jealous." You shouted back.

"Jealous of what? Fine, if he wants you, he can have you!"

Hearing Harry say that made you feel sick. Your facial expression went from angry to heartbroken. Tears consumed your eyes threatening to spill over your face. Harry noticed this and clearly felt bad.

"Babe?" Harry said trying to grab your hand. You just shrugged it off. "I didn't mean that. I was just angry, please listen to me..."

"Get out please" You said cutting Harry off. You couldn't believe what he said and you did not want to hear any explanation.

"Babe, please just listen for a second. I'm sorry..."
"Harry, I said get out please!" You saw the hurt look on Harry's face which made the tears fall from you eyes. "Now," you finished.

Harry's face returned to angry as he grabbed his car keys and stormed out. You didn't know exactly what happened. Did you break up or were you going to sort this out? You didn't even want to think of what was going to happen.

You ran up to the bathroom and stripped off your clothes. You hurried into the shower and turned the temperature up to boiling. The water burned your skin but helped take away the pain of what had happened earlier. You scrubbed the shampoo out of your head a little too hard, as if it was going to take away the memories, but it didn't. It wasn't long until you sat down in the shower crying.

It wasn't meant to be like this. You had planned to go a few interviews with Harry and relax watching movies together when you got home. Not have a huge fight and possibly break up. You pulled yourself out of the shower and got ready. You let your hair dry naturally so it fell into cute little curls and shoved on your pink dinosaur pj's. Soon you were snuggled up on te couch watching t.v covered in your purple blanket. The blanket still smelt of Harry which comforted you. None of the fights you had ever had with Harry had ended like this.

The house seemed too empty now. It scared you. Maybe you had overreacted? But Harry was the one stressing over nothing. Millions of questions flashed through your mind making you feel ill. How long had it been since you'd last eaten? It must have been a few hours. You could feel yourself getting a little faint. All the crying you had done over Harry and not eating anything for a few hours had affected your body.

"Careful babe" A familiar voice said. "I think you should go to bed and rest."

You spun around too see Harry standing there. Before you could run up to him, your legs gave way and you felt yourself falling, only to be scooped up into Harry arms.

He carried you through the house not saying a word. You didn't want to break the silence to so just cuddled up to his chest. As soon as you did this you felt Harry ease up a little, like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Had he been stressing about this fight as much as you had? Harry opened the door that led into your bedroom and lay you down on the bed. Instead of leaving, he lay next to you. Your head on his chest, his arms trailing up and down your arms. The last thing you can remember is Harry kissing the top of your head.

You knew then that you'd been worried about nothing. The love that you and Harry had was so strong that nothing could break it. You didn't need to say any words to prove that.