Harry Styles Imagines

Forever and Always

(AN) this is my first imagine, and i know it may not be the best, but i hope you enjoy it! also keep messaging me ideas/requests (: 10 votes for the next one?

(Y/N) POV
    
     Again. I can't even count how many times Harry comes home late at night. Drunk. He leaves early in the morning to go to the studio them comes back late. I never get to spend any time with him. I understand he gets stressed, but I need time with him too.

I'm sitting on the couch and hear the front door open. Harry stumbles in--drunk again. "Harry, here I'll help you." I offer as I'm about to stand up. "I don't need your help." He mumbles as he takes his shoes off. "You're drunk Harry, come over here." I motion next to me on the couch. "Do not fucking tell me what to do!" He yells. Harry has never yelled at me like this before. "Excuse me? Do not tell you what to do Harry? Don't tell you what to do? Do you know how many times you come home late and drunk and I have to care for you? I'm here at home waiting for you maybe just so we could spend some time together, but you always have to go out and get wasted every single night. Why can't you spend anytime with me? I'm your girlfriend Harry, not your caretaker!" I scream. He walks to me leaning over me as I sit angrily on the couch. "You will not tell me what to do. Do you understand?" I don't reply. "I said, do you fucking understand?" he yells as he punches the wall above me, leaving a hole. As I look up, I see his hand bleeding. I forget I'm angry for a minute as I move over so I can reach his hand. "Here, let me see." I try and reach, but he yanks his hand away. "I can take care of my goddamn self." He says as he walks away into our bedroom. I hear him fall onto the bed, and a couple minutes later, snores.

I sit, dazed on the couch. What just happened? I walk up the stairs into our bedroom to go to sleep, but as I walk in, I see that he's sprawled over the whole bed, leaving no space. "Well great, looks like I get to sleep on the couch."

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The next morning I wake up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. Rubbing my eyes, and getting up, I walk into our kitchen seeing Harry by the stove cooking. As I look closer, I see his hand all bandaged up. He turns around. "Hey baby girl." He says as he walks over to me. I stare into his eyes with no emotion on my face.

"I'm truly sorry for last night. I was extremely drunk and, I really have no other justification for what I did. I called someone over to fix the hole in the wall I made also." He motions his head towards the wall. "(Y/N), I love you. Very much. And yesterday, I can only imagine what sort of nightmare that would've been. I promised you the day I asked you to be my girlfriend that I would keep you happy and make sure I was the reason for your smiles. Yesterday, I was the reason for your anger and I honestly can't forgive myself. I know you'll probably break up with me after this, but I wanted to get this off my shoulders. I wouldn't be able to live with the fact that I didn't try at all to make you stay."

He looks at me hopeful, with tears in his eyes. "Harry," I reach up to cup his face. "Yesterday. Yes, it was bad, but my love for you is too strong for me just to break up with you for some stupid little incident. I love you so much, and I forgive you." I look up at him and smile. The look I saw in his eyes was of pure, true love. He cups my face and kisses me. It's short and sweet and perfect. "I love you Harry." I say. "I love you too (Y/N). Forever and always."