One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Harry Imagine for @ilovewithzarry

Harry Imagine for Aurora

Harry and I had been dating for over a year now, and my dad was still never too fond of him. He didn't like the fact that Harry was a little bit older and that he was in a famous band that constantly travelled the world. I know he has my best interests at heart and that he's only trying to protect me, but I really wanted him to approve of Harry.

Dad and I had yet another fight concerning my boyfriend, and I had temporarily ended the argument by slamming the door behind me as I went to my bedroom for some peace.

I ended up sitting in a ball on my bed, crying, when I heard knocks coming from my window. I sniffed before pulling back my shades, revealing Harry. I unlatched the window, and he jumped into my room, shaking his air as he smirked mischievously at me. "Have I ever told you that I love how your room is on the first floor," he said, and I tried to muster up a small smile for him. "What's wrong?" he asked, catching onto my mood easily.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out, and I ended up collapsing into Harry's arms, sobs wracking through my body. Harry comforted me, wrapping an arm around my waist and using his other hand to play with my hair. "H-he doesn't l-l-like you Ha-Harry," I hiccupped.

Harry sighed, knowing that I was talking about yet another fight with my dad. "Aurora, how many times that I have to tell you? I will try as hard as I can to make your father like me. But not everyone's going to like me, love."

"I know. But this is my d-dad," I sniffled, looking up into Harry's eyes. This was different. If one of my friends didn't like Harry, then I could handle that, but this was my own blood. His opinion meant a lot to me.

"Look at me," Harry said softly, and I sniffed, burying my face deeper into Harry's chest. He gently took hold of my chin and pulled my face up so that his eyes were staring into mine. "I know your dad doesn't like me, and I know that you really want him to. And I will try my hardest to get him to like me, but the fact still stands that not everyone is going to like me. But all of that said, I still love you. I loved you three weeks ago, and I love you now," he said, chuckling as I blushed at his cheeky way of alluding to the event that happened between us three weeks ago. "And I will continue to love you, yeah?" Harry finished, kissing the corner of my mouth.

His lips trailed down my jaw before reaching my neck, and he began to pepper butterfly kisses across my collarbones. I mumbled in agreement before pulling him back up so that his lips clashed with mine. Before I knew it, I was lying under Harry, whose shirt had miraculously disappeared. My clothes were still on, but my hair was a mess and my shirt was ruffled up and out of place. "Aurora," Harry whispered, going back to his attack on my neck.

To my horror, the door to my room opened without a warning, and my dad walked in, an apology half out of his mouth. "Aurora, I wanted to say that-." He froze in place, as did Harry and I.

"Shit," I mumbled just as Harry cursed quietly at the same time.

"What the hell is going on here?!" my dad boomed. Harry immediately got off of me, slipping his shirt back on. I sat up, fixing my hair and shirt, all the while avoiding the glare of my father.

"Look, Sir, it wasn't-," Harry started, only to be interrupted by being punched in the jaw by my dad.

"Dad!" I screamed, jumping off the bed to kneel beside a groaning Harry. He rolled around on the floor so that his cheek was pressed into my cold hand as I turned to glare at my dad. He was towering above us, his fists clenching and unclenching and a murderous look on his face. As much as he was scaring me right now, I forced myself to talk. "How could you do that?!"

"How could you let him touch you like that?!" he retaliated, his glare shifting to me.

"Because he's my boyfriend and I love him, that's why!"