Harry Styles Imagines.

The One With The Tweet.

"What do you want to eat? I'm ordering take out." Harry says to me, while we both sit on the couch watching a movie.

"I'll eat what you'll order." I say and pick up the remote to change the channel.
"Okay. Chinese?" He asks and I shake my head.
"No, too oily." I say and huff while still finding a perfect channel on the stupid TV.

"Uh, okay, Italian?" He asks and again shake my head.
"Nope. Too simple." I say and finally settle on Spongebob.

"Then what do you wanna eat?" He asks now getting worked up.
"I don't care. You order." I say and scoff while getting comfortable on the couch. I sigh and rest my hand on my big 8 month pregnant tummy. I swear this baby is taking too long to come out.

"Indian?" He asks.
"No, too spicy, Harry." I say.
"Mexican?" He asks again.
"Harry no!" I say looking at him.
"Y/n stop being difficult." He says not getting annoyed at me. What the hell did I do?

"I'm not being difficult, you are!" I exclaim looking at him and he scowls at me.
"Watch your mouth, Y/n." He warns me with his one eyebrow raised. My stomach clenches sweetly at the tone of his voice. Oh my god, what is wrong with me?

"Asshole." I mumble under my breath hoping he didn't hear, and he didn't otherwise I would fucked.
"Tell me what you eat, baby." He says and I scoff.
"I don't know, Harry! Order what you want, okay! I don't fucking care!" I yell at him and he raises his eyebrows at me a bit shocked at my outburst.

"What is with you today?" He asks calmly. Too calmly. How the hell is he so calm? I am sitting here having a fit and he just calm!

"I don't fucking know, okay! Order what you want don't ask me if I am being difficult! And if you have a problem with me being difficult why don't you leave me! Do you know what it's like carrying a baby for 8 months, which is taking too long to come out? You are away from the house, you don't know a single thing that's going on here okay! You have no right to say I'm difficult. I can't even go out without the stupid paparazzi following me and literally crowding me. I have to take Anne or Gemma with me always. It's not fair to them! And you literally are never fucking home!" I yell at him.
Silence is spread throughout the house.

I am just breathing heavily with tears in my eyes and Harry is just looking at me with clenched jaw and stern eyes.
Harry gets up from the couch and just walks away. I look up at him with my jaw open. How dare he walks away from me?

I turn my head and just stare at the stupid TV. I look beside me and see a cushion, I pick it and throw it on the floor with a angry grunt.

I immediately start crying. Sobbing actually.
I hold my stomach and I cry. As I'm crying I realize how horrible I was to my husband. I shouldn't have said all those things to him. And this thought makes me cry harder.

My crying is interrupted as I hear my phone beside me go off. I sniffle and wipe my tears with the sleeve of my sweater, well Harry's sweater.
I pick up my phone and see several twitter notifications, I furrow my brows and open the app.

As I go through it there are several people mentioning me and Harry in the tweet and I finally see Harry's tweet.

@Harry_Styles

Stay away from me, my wife and my family. This is becoming too much. A person does not like to be crowded by the paparazzi when they are 8 months pregnant. Stop with this disgusting act.

All the love, H.

I feel more guilt after I read the tweet. I check more comments on his tweet and see there multiple fans who are defending me and Harry.
I wipe my eyes and manage to get up from the couch to go upstairs.