Harry Styles Imagines

Dark Harry Styles ( Part 2 )

Well you guys asked for it literally. .-. So many comments in less than 24hrs. I thank you all for that. Enough talking I understand you wanna read it so you many proceed to do so.

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After getting back from the restaurant I was exhausted. Everything happened so fast. The manger saw what Harry did and called the police on him.  Luckily for him we left the scene before the cops could arrive. The damage Harry did to the poor waiter was terrible. He's probably going to be pressing charges on Harry. Harry and I haven't spoken since we left the restaurant. When he saw I was hurt something happened to him inside. He looked like he changed.

"Tamra, say something." Harry spoke so weak and fragile. 

I sighed not knowing what to say or do. All I could to was show Harry I was there for him. That his actions didnt changed the way I felt about him. Harry pulled up to the drive way more hurt than ever. Yeah, he has a bad reputation but once he begins to care for you, he's different. I understand why he's so protective of me but I just wished I could show him I can take care of myself. 

I settled down into the house getting dressed in my comfortable pajamas. As I started undressing I felt Harry's arms wrap around my waist tightly. He sighed in relief feeling me against him.

"I love you, you know that right?" His voice held concerned and worry. Harry didn't think he showed me love or compassion. He was wrong. All night we spent in silent. Words were left unspoken for our actions told how we felt about one another.

Sirens startled me and it also caused me to wake up. Harry was still in deep slumber. The knock on the door was more like banging.

"Styles, we have a warrant for your arrest, show yourself." Shit! The waiter really did press charges on Harry. I moved Harry trying to wake him up. I knew if he didn't go down there and clear this whole misunderstanding the cops would break in and arrest Harry. His emerald green eyes opened slowly. Once he heard the noise coming from downstairs he got dressed and entered the living room area to get towards the door. I grabbed my robe and also went down to see what was going to happen. Harry opened the door which caused the police to enter our house.

"You did it again, Harry." The sheriff asked it was more or a statement than a questioned. "You know the procedures." Harry just stood there waiting for the cop to put the hand cuffs on him. "You have the right to remand silent anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an antorny if you can not afford one, one would be appointed to you. I have read you your rights do you understand them?"

"Yes." Harry looked at me sincerely. I hadn't noticed I was already crying when I felt a tears streaming down my face.

"I'll be home soon." Those were the last words he said to me before he got carried away.

Later that day I went to the police department to see how long Harry would be in jail. All the information they gave me was total bullshit. They said Harry would be serving a year in jail for his past crimes. But Harry had already did the time for them so I didn't understand why he was being sentence again. Currently all of us, Louis, Niall, Zayn, Liam, Eleanor and Perrie were at mine and Harry's flat, talking about Harry in good ways. Remembering all of his silly moments from the bad jokes to falling in public. All through out the day I was thinking about how was I going to be alone for a year without Harry? Harry took care of me when nobody did. I was broken but Harry fixed me. The only person I had was Michael. I knew that if I contacted him and Harry found out he would more pissed off.