Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Moody

Lol just pretend Liam is you in that picture!:) that's the best one I could find haha

Your POV

As Harry stepped through the door, I just sensed that something was different, and apparently I was not wrong. In fact, I'm far from wrong.

Usually, Harry would announce loudly that he's back and will proceed to look for me all around to give me a big hug and kiss.

Today, I didn't even realize he was back till he showed up at our room. "Oh, hello there! Fancy not hearing you holler from downstairs!" Harry just gave me a half-hearted shrug.

I held my arms open for him to hug me and he came over, not as enthusiastic as usual and almost like he's forced to.

He hugged me but it felt so removed, like he didn't even hug me and gave me a quick kiss. He immediately went to the washroom to run his face through the water after we broke off. He ran his fingers over his luscious locks then settled down on our bed, resting his upper body on the head rest and scroll through his phone.

Even though I sensed that something was wrong, I was determined to try cheer him up. I jumped onto the bed and cuddled up next to him, holding his tattooed arm with both of my hands, trying to act like everything's normal.

"So baby, how's your day?" I attempted to start a conversation.

Harry took a quick sideway glance at me, his eyes uninterested and eyebrows furrowed. "Fine." He replied shortly.

Normally, he would've excitedly told me about his day and ask me about mine but not today. I felt like crying but I pretended I wasn't hurt by his response.

"Oh, okay... Well, today I ran into my friend from high school, Sandy and-" I started but stopped halfway because he wasn't even looking at me (like he usually do) when I'm talking. He's still staring at his goddamn phone!

I continued where I left off, lightening my tone and trying to grab his attention. Suddenly, I caught him rolling his eyes as he snapped at me: "Y/N, do you mind? I'm not in the mood right now and I really want to be alone."

I felt my heart break into two as my tears threatened to fall any second. Before I could show him how hurt I was, I lowered my head and replied softly: "Sure, Harry...."

Before really leaving the room, I turned back one last time but Harry was still on his phone, and it doesn't look like it mattered to him whether I'm in the room or not.

Heartbreak is an understatement.

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After moping about for about an hour and wondering has Harry lost his interest in me, the rational part of me just thought that he might have a bad day at work today. Maybe that's why, but in that case, couldn't he say it in a better way?

My dissatisfaction and disappointment in him wavered as I knew I couldn't really blame him for being rude. It's not like I'm on my best attitude when I'm on my period either. Everyone has their blah days sometimes...

I brightened and decided to fix him a nice dinner, hoping he would feel better at night to come out for a meal. 

I busied myself as I started searching for the recipe for lasagna.

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Harry's POV

I drifted off  a little after Y/N took off from our bedroom. I was physically and emotionally exhausted today. I had a rough day from work as the management lectured all of us for the bad sales of our album. Apparently, we didn't promote and keep our fans on their toes more often....

I have a headache just thinking about this disastrous and horrible day. Album sales and views are terrible and I'm afraid that our fans don't like us as much as they used to. 

I can say however much I liked, but I knew in my head, all of these can't definitely be the excuse of why I've mistreated Y/N today. I felt so terrible now thinking about how I disregarded her. 

How when she opened her arms for a hug and a kiss, I gave her a quick and lazy one just because I was too stressed to think about my favorite person in the world. I can't believe I snapped at her like that as well! 

I felt so horrible inside that I quickly stood up and ventured out to find Y/N and apologize. I regarded the smell of tomatoes as I walked downstairs. From the stairway, you could easily overlook the kitchen and there stood my girl, back facing me as she cooked something on the stove busily.

I silently crept up to her and while she was still stirring the content of the pan, I hugged her from behind, tightly this time. My long arms easily wrap around her whole body and I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck. *GIF*

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Your POV

I squealed as I felt Harry's long arms effortlessly wrapping themselves on my waist, his head resting on the crook of my neck, his long curls tickling me a little.

His action was so sudden that I jumped and nearly knocked over the pan. The small part of me that still worried if Harry's bored of me dissapeared instantly.

I calmed down and said to him: "Jesus Christ, Harry!"

That didn't stop him from hugging me, only making him hug me tighter burying his face deeper into my neck as he shifted his feet slightly, making me sway a little with him. I relaxed into him and felt grateful that my Harry's back.

I turned sideways and gave him a sweet kiss on his hair. He murmured softly and apologetically: "I'm so sorry for the way I've reacted this evening... That was really disrespectful and I have absolutely no excuse for disregarding you. You mean the world to me, kitten, but the way I've treated you proved otherwise."

I turned around to face him, stroking his cheek gently as I whispered: "It's okay, Hazza. I understand that you're feeling a bit down today.... Rough day at work?"

He nodded, looking down to the ground and I knew he's still a bit upset over it. "The sales for our album has been dropping and the company is now blaming us for it." 

"Oh my gosh, that's terrible!" I gasped. I tilted his face up to make him look me in the eyes. I tried to convey to him that it's going to be alright.

"Harry, I-"I tried to console him but right now, I couldn't find the words for it. Instead, I embraced him tight, to show him my silent support. 

I spoke up after a while: "Well, if that makes you feel any better, I'm preparing lasagna for dinner!"

Harry chuckled deeply: "Well lasagna girl, if you don't stir the sauce, we might not be having any!"

I yelped in shock as I quickly went over to the pan and tried to salvage what's left of the sauce.

Harry's POV

I smiled at the sight of her. She always tries her very best to cheer me up and I knew I'll feel better, knowing time after time that I can always count on Y/N and that she's the best girlfriend ever.

I went to help her cook and we had a lovely dinner that night, patching things up and I've never felt so contended with my life.

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Awww I hope you guys liked this! A bit long teeheeee

Love, Cheryl    x