Harry Styles Imagines

•HE GIVES YOU THE SILENT TREATMENT•

not mine, I DON'T GIVE MYSELF CREDIT. I DID NOT WRITE THIS. THE TUMBLR BLOG hazzastattoo wrote it.

http://hazzastattoo.tumblr.com/post/103443323876/6-he-gives-you-the-silent-treatment

Harry: He had been giving you the silent treatment all day, though you hadn't an once of a clue what for. As the hours of silence dragged on, you began to feel annoyed, then angry, then hurt. You were so hurt by his ignorance, you even cried a little while making dinner. He ate in silence, as did you, until you dismissed yourself from the table. As you sniffed, walking away, you didn't miss the hint of guilt in his features, or the way his eyebrows dipped in concern. When you were all ready for bed, wearing your own shirt instead of his as you usually do, he cleared his throat. You jumped, turning around. "You startled me," you whispered, having not expected him to make a sound. "You're not wearing my shirt," he mumbled. "I-I didn't think you'd want me to," you said, a little confused. Without a word, he took off his shirt from that day and tossed it to you. "Put it on, please," he whispered. Quickly you did, then slid into bed, him following your movements. He laid behind you, your back to his front, as he kissed your neck then whispered, "I'm sorry for being a jerk. I love you."

This was Zayn's but I changed it to harry'sHarry: You were close to tears as Harry went on to his sixth hour of not saying a word to you. He had his back to you, as you teared up. "Harry," you whispered, getting nothing. You finally let out your tears as you sobbed, "please talk to me. I'm sorry." As soon as he heard you crying, he quickly spun around, his face falling. "No, baby, don't cry." He rushed toward you, engulfing your body in his arms. "Sh, sh... It's okay. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He stroked your hair as you continued crying into his chest. "I d-don't like when you ignore m-me," you whimpered. "I promise I'll never do it again," he soothed, then kissed your hair.

This was Liam's but changed into Harrys:It was all rather amusing. You had a cold, so you were refusing to kiss him, afraid he'd get sick. However, he didn't like the concept. He decided to ignore you until you kissed him. "Harrrry," you groaned, "c'mon, you know I can't." He sat on the couch, emotionless with his arms crossed. "H, babe, talk to me." You decided to crawl up next to him, and began poking his cheek as you robotically repeated, "babe, babe, babe..." After getting nothing more than a blink, you sighed. "Fine. I'll kiss you on the cheek. Happy?" He smirked, and as you leaned in to kiss his cheek he quickly turned his head so your lips met. "Victory!" he yelled, throwing his arms up in justice. You rolled your eyes before laughing, "C'mere you."

This was Lou's but changed to Harry's:The two of you were on your way back from the night club. Harry was driving while you sat giggling in the front seat, as drunk as could be. He was annoyed because, in your drunken state, you had begun grinding on Harry, whose cheeks were a deep shade of red by the time Harry pulled you off the dance floor. "Hazza," you giggled. "Harry boo, Hazza, H," you laughed, trying to get his attention. "Curly, look at me!" He ignored you, keeping his eyes on the road. Getting no reaction, you thought of an idea and smirked evilly. You reached over and began trailing your fingers over his crotch, teasing him. He stiffened, eyes going wide. You began to palm him through his jeans, to which his head fell back as he moaned, "Babe..." You quickly pulled away your hand and grinned, "Gotcha," as he stared at you incredulously.

Niall's but changed to Harry's: 

He had been ignoring you since you told him you met up with your ex for a quick lunch. You and your ex were on good terms, and were even friends, so it shouldn't have been as aggravating to Harry as it was. "H..." you sighed. Getting no response, you got an idea. You smirked, going to the bedroom and slipping on some black lingerie Harry had bought you. You called his name from the bedroom, and when he turned around his eyes grew wide as they trailed down your body. You saw his breathing go rigid and he swallowed. He strode toward you, leaning down to kiss your neck, but you put a hand to his chest, stopping him. "Ah ah ah," you said, "First you have to say my name." His breathing increased as he said, "(Y/N)..." You shook your head, "Louder." "(Y/N), please, don't tease me."

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