Harry Styles Imagines

He hits you

You and Harry have been dating for 2 years and lately, Harry has been going out to clubs more often and getting drunk. Coming home at 4am. When he's drunk, he becomes really violent. This was the last straw for you...

Y/n's POV

After packing up an overnight bag, here I sit. On the couch, like every night, worrying about my boyfriend, Harry Styles. (Yes, the heart-throb of One Direction). When we first started dating, we couldn't keep away from each other, we were like moths to a flame with each other. But, last month, Harry started to go out more often and getting drunk with his friends. Whenever he comes home, he's wasted and mean towards me. I kept thinking, was it something I did? First night he got drunk, he hit me. Like a full-blown punch to the face. Next morning, my eye was swollen with a huge bruise and Harry was shocked. I never told him it was him. I blamed it on me being clumsy. And luckily, he believed it. I told myself it wasn't going to happen again but it did. Almost once a week for over a month. I finally told myself if he does it again, I'm leaving.

I go into the bathroom and double check everything. I looked down in the trash and saw the pregnancy test. I found out I am pregnant with his child. But, that's not going to stop me from leaving. He needs to stop drinking. For the sake of our baby. I rub my nonexistent bump, "Don't worry. If daddy doesn't change, you'll always have me." I whisper my promise. I silently prayed to the heavens to let him be sober.

SLAM! Sighing, I hide the test under the trash and head down stairs. Of course, there he was, swaying left and right, giggling and hiccupping. "y/n...hic!....baaaaabe!" He slurs as he bumps into the table. "Oof! Shhhhh. You're gonna wake up my y/nnnnnn!" He whines then giggles. Sighing, "Harry, baby." I move to help him up but he violently pushes me away. "Get away from me. Why are you here anyway...I never loved you...I love....Kelly!" He giggles and makes his way towards the stairs. My heart cracked, I should have known. He was cheating. "Harry, please. Let's get you to bed." I said and placed my hand on his arm but he jerks it away and boom! Punches me in the face, knocking me to the ground. But I caught myself before I could hurt the baby. "Fuck off, slut! Stupid bitch...I never wanted you anyway...hic!...I...want Kelly....(mumbles)...Kelly...." He tries to pull out his phone and pulls out a scrap of paper. I could see a phone number on it. I silently sob and got up. I head for the door but I turn to face him as he stumbles. Before he could press send, he passes out on the stairs. I scoff and turn to leave. I got into my car and sped away.

Harry's POV

I groan and mumble, rubbing my face and feeling dried up drool on my chin. Ugh! I had an awful taste in my mouth. God, what the hell happened last night? I pushed myself up and noticed I was sleeping on the stairs. What the fuck? I groaned and sat up, gripping my head. God, my head is killing me. "Y/n?" I mumble. "Y/n, where are you?" I called out and got up slowly. Why did I drink so much? Oh yeah, cause management is still stressing me out about me keeping y/n out of the spotlight. I hate that I have to keep my relationship a secret. I just wanted to numb my anger before I came home to Y/n. I opened the door to our bedroom and noticed she wasn't in bed. I scrunch my brows in confusion then head to the bathroom. Knock, knock. "Y/n?" I call out. No answer. I open the door and it was empty. My heart started to pound when I noticed several of y/n's things were missing.

"Y/n?!" I yelled out and ran towards the kitchen, the living room, the game room, and backyard. She was nowhere to be found. I pat down my pockets and pull out my cell. I speed dial y/n's number. "Come on, baby. Answer me, please." I whisper. I hear the faint ringtone of her cell on the table, I turned and picked up her cell and shut mine off. I was freaking out. Where could she be? What the hell did I do to make her leave? I looked around to find any clue and looked around where I was sleeping, on the stairs. I found a scrap of paper with a phone number on it. Kelly with a heart next to it. Shit! Kelly was someone who management hired to make it look like we're dating. I didn't get to tell y/n because it was so sudden. "Shit! Oh, shit, shit, shit!" I groaned. I must have said something stupid last night while I was drunk. I quickly called the boys and asked them if they had seen y/n anywhere. "Harry, I haven't seen her anywhere but I think you should check the news. It's not good." Liam said.