Harry Styles Imagines

You fight and make out

"I knew we shouldn't have come" you muttered under your breath as you looked frantically for your boyfriend Harry through the crowd of people.

The music was too loud and the song that was playing matched exactly what you were feeling at the moment.....anger.

"Harry....where are you?" you said to yourself and then you found him. At first you were relieved but then you realized what was happening....not only was he grinding to some drunk girl but they were making out like there was no tomorrow.

You tighten your fists, your blood boiling and your sight turned red with anger he stopped and he saw you standing there, he had a stupid smirk on his face which meant he was really drunk but you were not going to forgive him...not this time,

"(Y/N), babe! I've been looking for you" he said pushing the girl away, completely forgetting about her existence and walking towards you, he was so drunk he almost tripped over his own big feet

"Get away from me" you said through clenched teeth

"Babe dance with me" he slurred and put his hand on your waist and leaned in for a kiss but you slapped him so hard that he stumbled and almost fell to the floor

"YOU ASSHOLE" you yelled and started to make your way out of the club

"(Y/N!)" you heard him yell behind you but you didn't look back, the boys looked at you but as soon as they saw your expression they knew something was up and they weren't gonna come in your way. You climbed into the car and drove fast to the flat with tears in your eyes. You were in yours and Harry's room taking your clothes and shoving them in a backpack, your friend was already outside waiting for you when you heard the door slam

"Y/N!" Harry yelled but you didn't answer. You made your way downstairs with your bags ready and ignored him

"Dammit (Y/N), LISTEN TO ME!" he growled but you just made your way towards the door but he blocked your way

"Harry, get out of the way" you said calmly

"Listen to me" he said "I don't want to listen to you...ever again" you said looking into his eyes "But I love you" he said looking back at you....that did it

"YOU LOVE ME? HAH! THAT IS THE BIGGEST LOAD OF BULLSHIT I'VE EVER HEARD HARRY STYLES! YOU DO NOT LOVE ME! YOU ONLY WANT SOMEONE TO PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT. WELL GUESS WHAT? I'M TIRED! YOU PRICK! WE ARE OVER" you snapped

"NO WE'RE NOT!" he yelled at you

"Yes we are" you said, your faces inches from each other

"We're over....when I say we're over" he snapped back only making you angrier so you slapped him

"Ugh...you bitch" he said and crashed his lips to yours angrily

"You asshole" you said catching your breath in between kisses "I love you" he said out of breath as his hands roamed your body desperately

"I hate you" you said dropping your bags and pulled at his curls angrily while he carried you and pushed you against the wall so that you couldn't leave, you wrapped your legs around his torso and kissed him passionately

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry" he said in between kisses, his voice full of need

"Don't call me that" you said really trying to push him away now

"No no no" he repeated and started kissing your neck

"No...Harry...please" you moaned

"Shhhh" he said looking into your eyes. Soon enough your clothes were all over the place and you were kissing passionately

"Oh baby" Harry moaned against your lips while you screamed his name at the top of your lungs and he smiled

"I love you so so SO much" he said catching his breath

"I love you too....but you're still an asshole" you said out of breath

"I know...I'm sorry babe. Round two?" he asked with a cheeky smile on his face.