One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Harry Imagine for @amandastyles321

(Late) Imagine for Amanda!! Hope you like it!! :)

****PLEASE SEE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM****

**Amanda's P.O.V**

I yawned as I dragged my sore feet down the hallway to reach the door to the flat that my boyfriend, Harry, and I shared. Harry had been gone on tour for the past month, and in those thirty or so days, he had managed to miss my parents' anniversary, a job promotion I had at work, and the reunion of me and my childhood best friend. That latter two were the reasons why I was so tired. My job in particular was stressing me out. Being the assistant manager of one of the busiest restaurants in London was not as tasty as it turned out to be.

I sighed once I reached the door, taking a minute to lean my head against the cool door frame. I closed my eyes and let the cold door soothe my up-and-coming headache. All I wanted was a cup of tea and to lay in my boyfriend's arms, but sadly, one of those was in America and the other one was in the grocery store.

My eyes shot open when I felt the door open, and I stumbled over the threshold, squealing as I fell onto my stomach, my arms splayed out across the ground. I groaned, rubbing my head.

"Shit, Amanda, are you alright?" a deep voice asked, and I held my head as I looked up to stare at Harry with wide eyes.

"Harry?" I asked. He sheepishly smiled, and I took his outstretched hand so that he could help me stand. "Am I hallucinating?" I whispered, and Harry let out a short laugh.

"No, babe. Your mum called and said that you got promoted, so I flew out for the next few weeks as a congratulations present. Congratulations!" he cheered, and I smiled before wincing and holding my head. "Aw, babe, did it hurt that much when you fell?" Harry asked, grabbing my upper arm and pulling me into a warm hug.

"No, I've felt this headache coming for awhile now." I proceeded to tell Harry about my day, from the first snobby rich man to the very last. Harry listened patiently, brewing me a cup of hot chocolate as I ranted.

"And then we finally closed and had to clean the entire restaurant. Did you know that it is really hard to get a sauce stain out of carpet? If you ever spill sauce on the living room carpet, I swear I will chop off your balls, Styles," I threatened, and Harry laughed.

"Okay, Amanda. Say, do you wanna spend the day together tomorrow? We could have a day in," Harry suggested, and I sighed, finishing off my drink.

"I can't. I promised my boss I'd go in tomorrow to help her out with some big party some guy is hosting for his company or something. What about the day after though? I'm sure Denise will let me have the day off. I've been working nonstop for over three months now."

Harry nodded and kissed my cheek before we both retired to bed, jet lag finally catching up to him and work catching up to me.

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I woke up at seven the following morning, making sure to be extra quiet so as to not wake Harry up from the sleep I know he needed. I went through the motions that normally do, pouring myself a cup of coffee before heading towards the door. "And just where do you think you're going?" a husky voice sounded behind me, causing me to jump.