Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Oliver Wood- Bad Day (c)

Work had been getting worse and worse and today was probably the worst it had been. The day had dragged on and it was by far more of a chore to you than the enjoyment you used to feel when it came to doing your job. You had once loved the work you did but when the work day was like it was today it was practically impossible to even smile.

You had hoped that you would come home and be able to talk to your fiancé about what was going on but that wasn't the case either. When you walked through the door you heard the droning of the radio that you had recently had to get used to for the sake of your fiancé. He barely ever parted with it, wanting to stay on top of any news on the latest Quidditch games that were happening across the whole country and even into the continent.

Oliver didn't turn away from the small black object when you entered the room, and he didn't even acknowledge you talking about how rough the day had been. All you wanted was the slightest of reassurance, but he was preoccupied, making it seem as though your words didn't even exist.

"Oliver... Ollie- will you just listen to me?" You frowned crossing your arms over your chest as you stood before him.

His eyes didn't raise from the radio. "I'm listening to the game, can you please be quiet?"

Your nose scrunched up in annoyance. "No. I want to talk to you."

"Talk to me after," he stated waving a hand dismissively.

Your jaw clenched. With the day you had experienced you were at the end of your tether and he wasn't helping matters at all.

"I want to talk to you now," you said through gritted teeth.

"Not now Love."

That was all it took to make you snap. "Fine then!" You said with a raised tone slamming a hand down on the radio to turn it off. "Marry the game then."

With that you stomped up the stairs of your home making your way into your room so that you could lay on your bed and gain comfort from your pillow. Within a moment there was a gentle knock on the doorframe forcing you to hide your face into the pillow you were clutching hold of.

"Go away," you mumbled into the pillow. "Go be with your precious game."

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" He asked.

You raised your head so you could glare at him and speak with venom dripping from your words. "Why do you care?"

"Because you're my fiancé," he said gently, looking sorrowful.

"I'd hate to come between you and your game," you frowned.

"Don't be like that."

"I'm not being like anything."

Your nails were digging into the pillow and you were pretty sure that you were going to rip the feathers out of it if you got anymore annoyed at Oliver, but you guessed that was better than ripping out his intestines.

"Yes you are. You've got a stick up your arse for no reason."

You cocked an eyebrow, letting out a shocked laugh of annoyance, "No reason? Are you kidding me Wood?"

"No..." He said looking father confused as to what was going on even though it was clear as day to you.

"You go back to your game and I'll stay up here and not bother the two of you," you said bitterly.

"I want to stay up here with you," he said softly unable to keep his eyes connected to yours anymore, looking down to his feet.

"You sure I'm not disrupting your game?"

He looked up slightly, sadness present on his face, looking concerned now, a look you rarely saw on his face recently.

"Love, what are you on about?"

You were doing your best not to cry, but with the stress of the day it hurt a bit. "I've had a really rough day, and all I wanted was to cuddle up to my fiancé and tell him what went wrong but you didn't seem to care."

"Oh I'm sorry Love."

"No you're not."

Oliver made his way over to your shared bed, sitting down next to you so that he could rest a gentle hand on your leg.

"Of course I am. I didn't realise you weren't having a good day."

"It's okay," you whispered.

The two of you sat there in silence for a while, before a smile cracked on your face. You knew he was too scared to move just in case you broke, but you didn't want to just sit in silence.

"I'm not annoyed at you anymore Oliver so just kiss me you twat," you grinned.

He happily complied. 

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Written by Charlotte.

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