Hello loves I’m Hart! And I’m going to be writing 1D preferences and imagines, clean and dirty, so I suggest if you still have your innocence intact don’t read the dirty ones. I will put if it’s dirty, frisky, sweet, innocent, etc…
Um and request are open, please request and I will write it! Enjoy!!! Also I know mine are a bit different from the others but please do express how you feel!
Preference 1- The Silent Treatment (Long & Clean)
Harry: “Come on Harry, I said I was sorry.” I coaxed my boyfriend as I pulled the puppy dog face at him. But he didn’t say a thing he just continued to watch the very uninteresting show in front of him. “Harry it was an accident, I didn’t mean to do it, I promise!”
But the grumpy, green eyed guy didn’t say a word. I tried to get him to talk by playing with his curls, but he just slapped my hands away, and I also tried to give him a massage, but he just nudged me away. It wasn’t that big of a deal really, I had just accidently cut his favorite beanie. You see I design clothes for some of my friends, and by my sewing machine was Harry’s beanie.
It was under some fabrics that I was supposed to be cutting for a dress I was making, and I hadn’t noticed until the poor beanie looked like it had tried to be made into a smoothie. It was pretty messed up, and when I had held it up to look at the damage, Harry walked in. And let’s just say he wasn’t too happy.
After trying to get him to talk a little while longer I decided I’d just go out and get a new one. I sighed, getting off the couch and walked over to the coat hanger, where we hung more than just coats. I put on my jacket, about to exit Harry’s flat when he decided to speak up. “Where are you going?” He asked his green eyes boring into my blue ones.
“To go get you another beanie, since you’re being so childish about it.” I replied as I put on my last glove. “But it’s 30 degrees outside.” He told me, as if I didn’t know! “Yea, yea, this isn’t new information, but if it’ll make you talk again I don’t mind.” I responded my voice becoming softer.
“I’m talking right now, aren’t I?” He asked, smirking at me. I nodded, smiling at my boyfriend as I took off my winter attire, and made it back over to him. “I’m sorry I was being a jerk about it.” He told me has he enveloped me in his arms. “Well I’m sorry for destroying your favorite beanie.” I replied.
The rest of the day was spent with us talking, and snuggling up close together.
Zayn: “If I told you I was perfect I’d be lying, if there’s something I’m not doing girl I’m trying. I know I’m no angel girl, but I’m not so bad.” Zayn sung to me as he tried to get me to talk.
I rolled my eyes at his attempt, and smirked as I looked through my twitter feed. Why was I mad? Why was I ignoring him? Because he thought that it would be funny to make moaning sounds as I picked up the phone to talk to my parents.
My dad was infuriated, and my mom was hysterical, she was crying and all that jazz. I didn’t want my parents to think that Zayn and I have… done the deed when we really haven’t. I don’t plan on doing that till I’m married, and Zayn just kind of ruined my parents perfect image of me. I know I’m not perfect, but they thought I was, and I loved that in their eyes I was still their little, baby girl.
“Babe that was a dick head move I made, so I apologize. But please say something I don’t think I can go on any longer without hearing your voice.” He told me as he looked me in the eyes. I just shook my head in a no manner, but I had already forgiven him, he just didn’t know. He sighed as looked at me sadly.
“You’re not going to be their little girl forever you know. And I know we haven’t actually done anything yet, but don’t you think they know its coming. I actually think you are having more of a hard time accepting it than them.” Zayn told me getting up from the loveseat, and then he walked to the door, opening it, walking out, and then closing it.
