Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

Divorce

He sat across from you at the final installment to finalize your divorce after two years of being married. You would rather be anywhere else that here doing this. Harry came home one day and just handed you the papers like it was the daily newspaper. "I really hope you're happy, you ass." You told him from across the table. He sighed and looked at you, sending daggers through you. "Y/N, please, be professional here." He said and folded his hands. That sent you off the railing. "Be professional?! You gave me these papers out of the blue with no explanation and I bet you still dont have one! You just didn't think that this relationship would last while you were on tour... you figured either I would cheat or you would! 'Irreconcilable differences' Harry? That's bullshit and you know it. I loved you. Through it all! I was willing to drop everything for you, a-and you throw this on me?! I stood by your side when my parents didn't want me to be with you." You spat at him. "Well maybe you should've listened to him." He murmured thinking you couldn't hear him. It broke your heart even more. You snatched a pen from your Lawyer and signed the paper, throwing the pen back at Harry. "You're being childish!" He finally broke and yelled at you. You turned to his and walked directly towards him, allowing no room in between you two. "You know what Harry, yes. I'm being childish. I'm being a baby, I'm being a brat, a bitch, annoying, and anything else you're probably calling me in your head. But, that's only because my parents taught me to fight for what I wanted, even if it didn't want me back. So to have you say that you basically don't love me anymore. I don't fucking know how to react towards it but throw a fit. Because I know that I wasted two years of marriage and two years of being with you before marriage to know that you'd want to get a divorce. I really hope you're proud of yourself. Making a girl cry and all. A girl that LOVED you." You spat at him and set the ring he brought you on the table. "I'm picking up my things tomorrow. Keep all of the shit you gave me. I don't want any of it." You're voice quivered as you walked out slamming the door, leaving Harry speechless and regretting everything he just did.