1D One Shots

Sorrows ~Harry

Just a quick little something for my Doll Face. Sorry baby. <3 *EDITED*

I slammed the door to my flat shut and simply screamed. I was so frustrated and upset. "I HATE EVERYBODY!" I yelled.

"Even me?" Harry's adorable face appeared from out of my kitchen. 

"What are you doing here?" I snap at him.

"We have a date. If you want I can leave." He looks hurt that I forgot.

"I'm sorry. It's just been a terrible day and I-I-I-" I start to cry. Harry comes over to me and wraps me in hug. He scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing and carries me to the couch. He sits with me sobbing into his shirt and just rubs my back.

After I calm down some we sit in silence. "Don't you wanna know what happened?" I say. 

"I figured if you wanted to tell me, you would. I didn't want to push you. What happened?" He asked quietly.

"These bitches on the team. Remember how I had a match today? Well we were versing a team that I had friends on and I was speaking to one a lot, 'cause you know, I love her. Then one of the older girls on the team, Claire, was like "You can't talk to her, she's competition. Hi and bye that's it." So of course I said no! She was all like "Excuse me?"  and I said "I'm allowed to talk to her." And my coach wasn't even mad so it's not like it mattered! Then Claire told Emma, who told Makayla. Then in the locker room Makayla told everyone to not talk back to upperclassmen. But she was glaring at me when she said it. Like I was standing up for myself Harry! It was so rude of them! On the way here I was just trying not to cry. Why do I even have to deal with them?!" I finish my rant in tears again.

"I'm so sorry baby." Harry says. I pull on his shirt collar, no doubt stretching it out. Oh well. It was already soaked in my tears.

"Well I made dinner. I know you like food." Harry tries to get me to smile.

"I do love it when you cook." I smile at him.

"Want to get up?"

"No!" I groan. "Well I need to get up to serve it to you! I made your favorite! 6 soft shell tacos and 6 hard shell tacos."

"Aw thanks Harry! What's on them?"

"Uhh well... normal stuff? Meat, cheese, lettuce, sour cream-"

"Are there tomatoes on these tacos?" I lower my voice to a threatening tone.

"NO! You hate tomatoes! I don't know why but..." He smiles, trailing off.

"They're weird!" I cry. Harry removes himself from beneath me and walks into a kitchen. He comes back with the taco platter, his stupid cubed tomatoes in a bowl, and the 'Beautiful Creatures' movie.

"Something to eat, something to watch. What do you want to drink?" He smiles down at me.

"Sprite!" I smile back up at him.

"Very well." He comes back with my favorite blanket and two glasses. He hands me my drink and puts the movie in. I watch him shrug out of his tee shirt and jeans.

"What are you doing?" I laugh.

"I can't watch it all uncomfortable! And besides I know you like it when I'm shirtless... And pant-less." He smirks. I hit the back of his head and we both laugh. The movie starts and we cuddle under my blanket. Somewhere along the lines I hear a soft snoring. I look over and see he had fallen asleep. I cuddle onto his chest and drift off into a peaceful sleep, completely forgetting the conflict from earlier.