Harry Styles Imagines

He Hits You

Y/N's POV

"Why the fuck would you do that!?" He shouted.

"Why would you embarass me like that?" Harry's hand flew up, in the air.

"H-Harry...I didn't mean-"

"Shut up!" His fist connected with my jaw, and I fell to the ground.

Harry's POV

Y/N looked up at me, with teary eyes. Why did I hit her? Why the fuck did I do that? I'm a fucking monster.

She held her cheeks, with her hands.

"Y/N, i'm sorry...I don't know why I just did that." I walked towards her.

"Don't you dare come near me." She cried...I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Baby I-"

"What's going on in here?" Zayn opened the door, rushing in, followed by the other boys.

"Y/N!" Zayn rushed to her side. She grabbed and held on to him tight, as if her life depended on him.

"Why is our princess crying?" Louis raised a brow, at me.

"He-he hit me." Y/N pointed towards me. All heads snapped, in my direction.

"You did what?" Zayn clenched his jaw.

"Why the fuck did you hit her man?" Liam gave me a death glare, and fisted his hands.

They are all very over protected, towards Y/N.

"You hit her? Harry you fucking hit Y/N?" Zayn got up, and rushed towards me.

The boys tried to hold him back, but they wasn't fast enough.

He grabbed my t-shirt, and slammed me, against the wall.

"Why the fuck, did you hit my girl?" He exaggerated on the word 'my'.

I look at Y/N...She was curled up, in a ball, in the corner. All the boys were watching us.

"Okay. First of all, she isn't your fucking girl! You guys broke up, years ago. You're lucky that I still let you guys be friends and hang out together."

"You don't deserve her!" Zayn's grip, got tighter.

"I know I don't deserve her. I-"

"What did she do, that is so bad, that made you hit her. I mean it's Y/N...what's the worst that she could do?" Niall spoke for the first time, since they came here.

"You guys were screaming and shouting so much, that we heard you from the other appartments." He continued.

"What did she do?" Liam repeated Niall's question.

I took a deep breath, and began, " As you guys know, both me and Y/N, had an interview...and they asked a few questions, some about our personal life. Then this question came up...They asked Y/N, what's the weirdest thing, that she has ever caught me doing...and she told them about me writing "smut" about her...That's really personal, I didn't even know, that she knew about it. That's really embarassing...people will think, that i'm some kind of obsessed boyfriend. The fans seems to love that I write "fan-fics and one-shots" though. Some are jealous, but some wants to read it....I guess that I over reacted, and-"

"You got mad at her, for that." Zayn finished my sentence, and released his grip, from me.

"Yeah..." I simply replied.

"That's nothing to hit her for. She's proud and happy, that even though you're a famous celebrity, you're no different than other people...you write fan-fics, just like your OWN fans...just like Y/N...and everyone knows Y/N wrote smut about all of us. It's nothing to be embarassed of..." Niall said, and all the other boys nod their head, in agreement.

"I know I was wrong." I sighed, and walked towards Y/N. I sat next to her.

"Baby i'm sorry." I spoke, and she flinched at least 3 meters away from me.

"Please don't hurt me." She cried.

"I'm so sorry Angel. I'll never do that again. I swear i'll never lay a hand on you ever again...unless we're..." I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks, and being in the center of everyone, made me feel naked, under their stares.

"S'ok." She sniffed, and gave me small smile.

"I'm sorry okay...I shouldn't have hit you."

I opened my arms, for a hug, "C'mere."

She walked into my arms, and place a kiss on my lips, catching me off guard. I held her tight. I almost lost her. My precious Angel...I woudn't be able to survive, without her.

"Aww!" The boys said usion.

"Shut up." I laughed. Y/N blushed, and hid her face, in my hair.

"I'm so sorry. I never wanna loose you."

"It's okay Harry. You'll never loose me." She assured me.

I'm so happy, that she forgave my stupid, selfish mistake. I don't know what i'd do, if she didn't.