One Direction Imagines and Preferences :)

He hits you Harry/Niall: Imagine for Olivia (part 1)

First of all Harry would not hit anyone. Seriously. All of the boys are so kind and I couldnt picture any of them hitting any girl k. They wouldnt even go that far. This is just an imagine.

I love you boys x ~ Becca ;)

P.S im so fuckin sorry i havent updated so so so so sorry!

Imagine for Olivia:

Olivia's POV:

I woke up really tired. My cheeks still stained with my sad tears from last night. I'll usually be excited for a new day, but recently I'm not, Harry brings me down. We used to be so great together, we always used to go on dates and he would insist on buying me anything I wanted when we went shopping because he said that I deserved the world. I fell in love with a beautiful, loving guy that always cared for me. But that's all changed now.

The Harry I fell in love with is long gone. His cheeky personality has faded and I dont think he loves me as much as he used to. Sometimes I even question whether he still loves me at all. He's mean now. Always giving people horrible looks, swearing in every sentence, he's always at the clubs drinking and drinking and drinking...

Last night, he hit me. I'm not going to lie, it was extremely painful but the thing that hurt me the most is that Harry hit me. My Harry. He's supposed to be my boyfriend but he still hit me. I still can't believe it...

Flashback (Last Night)

I was watching TV, waiting for Harry to get home because it's really late. He should be home by now. It's 2:30am! He's always been out lately and I hate it. He never wants to spend time with me anymore and I have thought about breaking up with him but... I just cant. I love him too much-

My thoughts were interupted when I heard 3 loud thuds on the front door.

"Ey bitch I forgot my keys. Let me in!" He shouted. He was definately drunk. Even if he wasnt drunk he would probably call me a 'bitch' anyway. His words hurt. They always hurt.

I ran to the door, picking up the keys on the way and I unlocked it for him as quick as I could. I really dont want to get him angry, even though he probably already is. He scares me. You never know what he's capable of when he's drunk or angry.

"Fuckin hell." He sighed as he walked over the threshold staring at me with pure disgust. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall with so much force that the back of my head hit the wall and I felt slightly dizzy. He kicked the door closed with his foot and started kissing me roughly. This is usually how it is. He calls me a bitch, swears at me and then he wants to suck my face off.

"H-Harwy shtop." I tried to say but it sounded muffled because he was kissing me, not letting me go. My hands went to his chest as I tried to push him away but he was way too strong. His hands slowly crept up my thighs and he began to pull down my leggings. I started to panic, he's never really gone this far before.

"HARRY!" I shouted and he looked shocked and took a step back looking into my eyes. I could taste the alcohol in my mouth as I wiped my hand across my lips trying to get the horrid taste away.

"Who do you think you are?" He asked as if it was a normal question. He looked extremely calm but just after that question left his lips, he snapped.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He shouted and it felt like the walls shook it was that loud.

"Harry... I-I dont like it when you kiss me like that, you're drunk... You're-"

"WHAT?! So now you dont LOVE me anymore!" He bellowed.