1D Imagines

Macy and Harry

Macy and Harry


Macy's POV


Harry came in, late as usual. "Hey, Harry," I said cheerily. "Hey," he mumbled. "Come watch this with me, babe," I said, patting the couch beside me. "Not in the mood," he said, grumbling. He walked into our bedroom. I followed. "Stop following me," he said angrily.


"Okay, what crawled up your pants and died?" I said, not appreciating his tone. "Shut up! I've been with the guys!" he yelled. "No, you liar! I called the guys! They said you weren't with them!" His face turned red in anger. "Calling ME a liar! Unbelievable!"

"Wait a second... You're cheating on me, aren't you?!" I screamed in his face. "No, I would never!" he shouted back at me. "Yes, you are! Everything you do is pointing to it! You won't let me see your phone! You always come home at 2 o'clock in the morning! Who is she?! What does she have that I don't?!" I screamed, frustrated and turning red in the face.

"I'm not cheating! Why would I? I have you! For Christ's sake, we're even having a child together and you think I'd cheat on you? Really, Macy! Think about it!" he shouted back, grabbing my wrist. I then realized what I was doing. My face flushed as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Oh, babe, don't cry." Harry whispered soothingly. "It was my mistake, Harry. It's my fault." I answered, my voice going hoarse from crying. "Shh. It's alright." he whispered, taking me into his arms. He led us over to the couch and sat down. "Where were you then?" I asked hoarsly. "Buying baby things. I should've told you. I'm tired and cranky, I've worked a lot." I felt the baby kick as he wrapped his arms around my stomach. "She likes you, daddy." I whispered. "And I love you both." he answered.