Harry Imagines

You Hit Him

There was this guy, chatting you up. Trying to get your number, but you politely decline him.

"I have a boyfriend," you respond.

"So? I can be way funner."

"Not interested." Then, you went home.

"Where were you?"

"Nowhere."

"Who were you with?"

"No one."

"Don't you dare lie to me," he said like Big Mike from The Blind Side. You knew he was serious when he repeated lines.

"Jezz, what are we in? CSI? I was at the super market, buying groceries when some dude started flirting with me."

"What's that paper for?" You look at it. Where did the paper come from? Harry took it from you. "You were going to call him, weren't you?"

"No," you shook your head. "You've got to believe me, Harry! I would never cheat or get a guy's number. I swear I didn't know he put it in my hand!" Harry shook his head. "Why don't you believe me? How would you feel I accused you of cheating?"

"That's different. You know I would never!" You scoff.

"How is that different? Ya know what? Forget it!"

"Yeah, go to your other man! No wonder your dad left you!" You stop in your tracks.

"You... asshole! I trusted you, and you use it against me? Fuck you!"

"Ooh, touched a nerve, I did?"

"Take it back," you said quietly.

"Can't. Already said it."

"You have 5 seconds (of summer) to take it back."

"Just hit me to take your anger out. Then, you can go back to your other man! Go on. HIT ME! I dare you too! HIT M-" Harry started, but got cut off by a powerful sting to his cheek. You slapped him so hard that he actually fell backwards. Harry held the cheek you had just slapped. You stare at each other for what seems like forever. No one said a word. Then, you ran to your shared room, sitting in the closet. Harry came looking for you. When he got to your room, he heard you crying. He followed the sound, only to find you sitting on the floor with your legs pulled to your chest, your arms around them, hiding your face. "Baby?" Harry asked, but didn't get an answer. "Baby girl, look at me, please?" You only shook your head, scared to see the pain you inflicted on him. Harry cups your face, and makes you look at him. When you see his cheek, you cry even harder. "Hey, it's OK. I'm fine," Harry comforted you. "Can you go get me some ice?" You get up, going to get his ice. Once you got it, you went back upstairs, and saw Harry sitting on the bed. You walked over to him. "Hey," he smiled.

"Hi," you said. Then, you gently placed the ice pack on his cheek. He winces, and flinches back from the cold. "Are you OK? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, it was just really cold."

"Don't scare me like that," you breathe.

"I'm sorry," Harry smiled. You only nodded, and pressed the ice pack back to his red cheek.

"I'm sorry, too," you responded.

"You don't need to apologize. I do. If I would have just sat down and talked to you about it, then this wouldn't have happened."

"Yes, I do need to apologize. Even though you literally ask to be hit, I shouldn't've slapped you."

"I know, Kitten, and I'm sorry." Then, Harry leaned in, and kissed you. "I love you."

"I love you too, Hazzy Bear."