First Imagine! Hope you like ;)
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I was currently in the living room reading a book snuggled up in a blanket with a cuppa (A/N a cuppa is like British slang for a cup of tea. Continue). I was waiting for my boyfriend Harry to come home from clubbing. I glanced at the clock and it read,'2 AM'. I started to worry because Harry said he would come home at 11 PM sharp. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the sound of the front door of our little flat opening and closing with a loud bang sound. "Harry where were you, I was worried sick!" I asked. "Shut up Y/N! Hearing your annoying voice is giving me a headache! And stop being so clingy" Harry's loud voice boomed through the apartment. "Clingy? Clingy! The last thing I am is clingy! I haven't seen you in 8 months because of tour! And you decide to go clubbing with the boys you went with!" I yelled back. "SHUT UP Y/N SHUT UP!" Harry yelled, taking long steps towards me.
Then he did the unexpected. He hit me. He had hit me so hard that I fell onto the floor. I held my left cheek and it really stung. "Now I'm going to bed and don't you think about joining me." Harry hissed. He took off towards our bedroom, leaving me on the floor crying. I was rocking and mumbling to myself, "This isn't the Harry I fell in love with." In a matter of seconds, I fell asleep.
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I woke up to the sound of a frantic Harry screaming, "Y/N? Y/N! Baby where are you?" He walked into the living room and saw me with my head in my hands, shaking. "Y/N! Oh god baby you're okay! I thought you ran away or something. Oh my god ba- Y/N? Are you crying?" Harry asked, as soon he saw the red, black, and purple hand bruise, worried. I looked up to look at him and his expression immediately turned from worried to anger. "Y/N who the fuck did this to you?! I'll kill them!" Harry yelled. "Y-you did Har-ry." I said loud enough for only me to hear. But he had heard it and he looked at me confused. "Me? Bloody hell Y/N I couldn't have done that." Harry asked. "You were too drunk to remember what happened. You also yelled at me and called me clingy." I half said, half sobbed. "Oh I'm so sorry baby I-I promise I won't ever do it again! I am such a bad boyfriend. Oh god I would completely get it if you didn't forgive me. Oh my god I'm so sor-" I cut off Harry by pressing my lips onto his. His hands snaked around my waist and pulled me closer while my hands went around his neck and played with his curls. He moaned into the kiss and I smiled. We stayed like that for about 5 minutes before Harry pulled away, out of breath. "It's okay Harry, I forgive you. But it might be hard for me to fully trust you. You may have to help me, would you?" I asked him while smiling. "Babe is that even a question?" Harry laughed. "So no?" I asked, pouting for extra sympathy. "Y/N really? Of course that's a yes." Harry said while rolling his eyes.
"Oh and I also have something to ask you. I was waiting to do this a little later but I think now is a good time to do so." Harry said. He made me stand up before getting something out from his jeans pocket, with difficultly (A/N like damn those jeans are tight), and got down on one knee. "Y/N, we've been dating for 3 years now. You know I love you, heck I'm in love with you, and I've always dreamed of us having a little Harry or a little Y/N running around the house. Wow this is too cheesy and I'll get straight to the point. Y/F/N (A/N that means your full name), will you marry me?" Harry asked, stumbling over his words. "OMG YES YES YES YES AND A BAGILLION MORE TIMES YES!! Wait, is that even a number?" I said. He laughed and slipped the ring on my finger and started to kiss me. The kiss had got steamy really quickly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he said, "Let's take this to the bedroom. Yeah?". He walked blindly to bedroom and put me down onto the bed. The rest was history.
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Yay! Done my first Imagine! so
