Harry Styles Imagines

Tea time

We laid in silence, a gap big enough for two other bodies separating us on this King bed. We wouldn't look at each other as our backs were facing each other.

I heard him lightly groan as he plopped onto his elbow. We had a stupid fight last night about popcorn. We was telling me it was too late for me to be eating popcorn and I didn't give a damn so we got into an argument.

"Can you get me some tea please." I mumbled as he sat up, ready to exit the room. He didn't even look at me as he pulled a shirt on.

"No food in the bedroom."

"Are you serious right now. It's not food, it's tea. Since when was that a rule we discussed, you have packets of chips and be-" I argued in a harsher tone than his. He continued to keep his back to me as he argued back.

"Shut up, you don't know s.hit." He spat turning to look at me. I gasped at his rude comment and forced myself out of the bed.

"What the f.uck is wrong with you. I simply asked for tea and now you're behaving like a d.ick!" I softly shouted standing infront of him. He wouldn't even look at me in the eye. Everything i had ever felt for him had simply vanished. There was no longer that spark i felt when we first met. All we ever did was fight over nothing, it was ridiculous.

"I'd rather be a d.ick than a b.itch like you." He spat standing up and finally looking at me. But it wasn't the same love that I used to adore in his eyes, it was filled with hatred and anger, which caused me to choke up. I looked down at the floor and sighed. I could hear his breathing from my height.

"Since when did you treat me with such little respect. You used to treat me like a queen, not your peasant."

"That's because I could handle you back then. I wish I had known early what you were really like. And to think I was even thinking about marrying you."

"Well...obviously I t-think we both know this means. If I even ask you to behave the slightest bit like my boyfriend, you get pissed. If I ask for a kiss, you shut me away. I-I can't force you to l-love me and I'm tired of trying to keep up together since you seem not to even want anything to do with me anymore." I stuttered, eyes becoming glossy but I looked up at the ceiling to prevent tears spilling.

He was silent for a few seconds as I sat on the couch by the door. It hurt to see what our relationship had turned into. I had always expected us to be together until death. It was stupid of me to ever think he could ever love someone but himself.

"I'll get some of my things today and g-go. I'll come back later to get the rest." Was all he mumbled before pulling out a large duffle bag. I watched in tears as he shoved clothing into the bag. Once he zipped it all up, he paused, looking out the window. I looked down at myself to realise i was still wearing his sweatshirt. He turned around in the moment I was pulling it from my body.

"Keep it, it looks better on you anyway." He stated as he licked his lips. We continued to stare at each other, as if our eyes were saying goodbye.

For a moment I thought I saw a hint of pain and sorrow but it was quickly washed away and covered with an emotionless expression. One that I had accustomed to lately.

"Um, yeah...bye." He mumbled before exiting the room with his big blue duffle bag, leaving me in tears.

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