Harry Styles Imagines

Knock Knock||Part 2

I just came home from a hard day at work and all I wanted to do was sleep.I took off my shoes and sat down on the sofa to rub my aching feet. My cramps were killing me.After a few minutes I got up and picked out a pair of sweatpants and a comfy t- shirt before going into the bathroom for a nice and relaxing shower.

Stripping down from my tight pencil skirt and casual sweater I hopped in the shower after brushing my teeth.

I turned the shower on and started to relax my aching muscles.

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Thirty minutes later I came out and brushed my hair before blow drying it.Deciding I wanted to have a movie night I went down the stairs and into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of popcorn because let's face it... Who can have a movie night without popcorn.

Sitting down and plugging in one of my most favourite movies of all time, Deadpool I took the blanket from the closet near the to the television and sat down with my popcorn.Today was bad but tonight was going to be awesome.

A few minutes after Harry unlocks the door and walks in coming straight from the show and I mumble a weak 'hi' to him.

"Hello!" He exclaims.

He comes over to me.

"What's wrong love?" he lifts my chin up noticing my dreadful mood.

"I just wanna die. Im on my period And so tired and lonely. Besides you're never here anymore" I sniffle. He looks at me and wipes my tears before placing my head on his chest.

"You know what'll cheer you up," he grins.

"What?" I look up.

"Wait a minute. I'll go get it," he stands up and goes upstairs where I hear him shuffling about and dropping things everywhere. I laugh at him and look at the TV. Surprisingly Deadpool was still on.

I paid attention to the movie and almost didn't notice Harry coming back until I saw what he had with him and my mouth dropped. He sat down beside me and opened the book but it wasn't any ordinary book it was his journal. Not any journal, but his knock ,knock joke journal. I'm not kidding, he actually has one of those where he sits almost every night until twelve either making or searching up lame knock ,knock jokes to tell the crowd at every show.

"Harry no please don't," I sigh.

"Harry please don't do this right now, I'm tired and cold and my back hurts so very much. Can you just please leave me alone now? " I pleaded.

"I understand." He mutters picking his joke book up before silently walking up the stairs. I stare up at them and sigh. Why am I so snappy during my period?

Slowly getting up I went to the kitchen and made two cups of tea, the kind that Harry likes, bring them over and set them down of the coffee table in front of me. Making myself comfy again on the sofa I stared at the TV before picking up my bowl of popcorn and pressing play on my all-time favourite chick flick: Mean Girls.

About halfway through the movie Harry came back down, dressed in tight skinnies and a white band tee. He was also carrying a blanket in his hand. Harry came over and wrapped the blanket around my body and I smiled up at him.

"You said you were cold," he mumbled. "So I got you this to keep you warm,"

"Also the lads called and we're going out tonight I hope it's okay, I'll be back in about three hours." He picks up the now cold tea and drinks it up.

Standing up from the sofa and he kisses my forehead before opening the front door. "Bye Y/N" he calls out.

"Bye," I wave and he waves back before giving me one last smile and shutting the door behind him. I wasn't going to ask him to stay back. He deserved a night out after all of his shows and the band. He needed to have some fun once in a while and as his girlfriend I wasn't going to stop him.