Harry Styles Imagines

You Have a Fight

"Harry, I've been asking you to go with me for weeks."
He's just finished his shower and is now throwing a shirt over his wet head.
"I have no clue what you're talking about." He's acting confused.
"The UNICEF fundraiser my boss invited us to, you told me you'd go with me. The one I've spent all day getting ready for." You tell him.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You're wearing a red dress covered with sequins. Your hair has been curled and put into a complicated up-do. The only thing that will be missing is Harry by your side.
He still has no clue what you're talking about.
"Well I already have other plans."
"ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW?" Your voice raises above a yell.
He puts his hands in the air, innocently.
"(Y/N), you don't get it. I can't just blow them off."
"Oh you mean like you're blowing me off right now?"
He tips his head back and runs a hand through his hair.
You huff out a breath of air, your hand on your hip.
For a moment he stares at you, his eyes angry.
Why the hell is he angry? He doesn't have anything to be angry about.
"It would be different if you went out with them once a week, but it's every night. Every night you come home plastered, and I'm sick of it. Don't you ever want to spend time with me?" You ask him.
"Of course. But they're my boys." He replies.
Any reply would have been better than that one.
You can't believe him.
"And I thought I was your girl, but I guess now you don't have a girl, just your boys."
His mouth hangs open for a moment before he speaks.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean (Y/N)"
His voice sounds concerned.
You grab your jacket that sits on the couch.
"It means I'm tired of being your second option, so I'm leaving."
You exit the apartment, descending down the stairs as quickly as you can.
You're surprised to hear that he is following you.
"(Y/N) come on, let's talk about this."
You laugh, as you open the door that leads to the outside world.
"Maybe when you get back from hanging with your boys." You sarcastically say.
It's raining outside, but you don't care. It's not like you're going to the stupid fundraiser any way.
You step into the street, Harry no longer following.
"Come on (Y/N), you're being ridiculous!" He shouts after you, and for some stupid reason you turn around.
"Fuck off Harry." You shout.
You turn to finish your march across the street. But one moment you're staring at headlights coming towards you, the next moment, the car connects with you, and everything goes black.