Harry Styles Imagines

Broken Hearts

He wasn't home, it is 03:14am and he wasn't home. For the last two weeks Harry had been coming home later and later into the night. Sometimes he was drunk, other times he wasn't. You were sick of it. For five days you having trying your best to stay awake until he decides to come home and talk to him, but you're plan never works, you always fall asleep on the couch in your living room and stay there all night, Harry never comes and takes you back upstairs to the bedroom you two share.

Your POV

A loud door slam disrupts my daydreaming, I know it is Harry. I jump up and match to the kitchen in angrier where I find him drinking a glass of water acting like nothing is wrong.
"Where the hell have you been?". He looked at me puzzled.
"What?"
"I said where the hell have you been!" My voice raising in anger.
"Why do you care?" He doesn't even answer my question just turns his back allowing me to take a glance at his clothing, he looks drunk, his hair is messy and flying everywhere, his shirt is done up without the top button and was lazily tucked into his belt less trousers. "I was out with the guys, just chill, I have a life (y/n), I don't stay with my girlfriend all the time.
"But I would like to feel like I have a supporting boyfriend for once Harry, for heavens sake Harry you are never home, you're always out at the pub or working till late an-"
"God (y/n) just be quiet" I flinch back towards the doorway of the living room as his voice raises, his firm grip on the glass makes it smash into pieces and scatter over the marble kitchen counter, the early morning sunlight beaming through the windows creates a rainbow effect on the glass.
"Why are you so clingy?"
"Excuse me?"
"You don't let me have fun anymore, you always want to have me around!"
"Harry I like to think I have a boyfriend who I can call when I need him!"
"Urgh I hate you (y/n), just leave me alone", a rush of pain runs through my cheek as I fall to the ground, he hit me, he actually had the nerve to hit me.
"Harr-" I whimper but he doesn't let me finish. "NO, stop I've heard enough from you! It's over!".
He storms upstairs and yet again slams the door, I slowly walk to the freezer and grab some ice for my red cheek. I am frightened when the kitchen door swings open and a bag is thrown to my feet. I look up at Harry in astonishment.
"What are you doing?"
"It's your bag, get out of here! I never want to see you again!"
With that I clutch the bag, grab my phone and handbag and run out of the house. Harry slamming to door right behind me.
I was on my own. He promised me happiness and he left me with a broken heart.