Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Fight under the rain

"Oh will you just shut up, Y/N!" Harry shouted with his intimidating tone, throwing his arms in the air in exasperation.

"What, shut up about you CHEATING on me? You think I'll let this issue drop that easily, Styles?" I screamed back, not planning to be the weakling in this situation anymore.

I'm fuming, brimming to the edge with anger. I feel just like a volcano that's going to erupt any moment.

"Will you just listen to me for one second?!" He shouted back. "You don't even know what you're talking about!"

"Oh I think I know CLEARLY what I'm talking about, thank you very much. How do you explain this?" I shoved my phone towards his face so he could see the evidences clearly. Displayed on my phone screen is a picture of him kissing a blonde. 

A blonde that's much curvier, prettier, taller than me. He had his arms around her and the both of them seemed to be enjoying. Very much.

"I thought you were better than this, Y/N! How can you trust this picture but not me? Do you actually believe I'll do this to you, that I just go around kissing some stranger I don't even know?" Harry seemed to have calm down and his tone is now filled with disbelief.

"I wish I can believe you, Harry. I really do... But you've been away quite a lot lately without any reason. Who is she?" I demanded then thought better of it. "You know what, forget it. I don't want to hear any stupid excuses, I'm sick of this."

I turned around and stormed out of the door, ignoring the fact that it's pouring down heavily outside.

Harry was quick to follow behind me as he called out, pulling my wrist. "Babe, please...." 

"Don't babe me, let me GO!!!" I tried to pry my wrist out of his strong grip but with no success. We were both under the pouring rain now, my hair damp and some strands stuck to my face while Harry's white tee was soaked through, his tattoos now visible.

His hair was flattened and darker on his head and he looked so hot right now, I thought as I gritted my teeth. *PIC

Ridiculous. This is why I don't trust him, he's so breathtakingly hot without even trying with girls swooning over his every move so why would he want to stay with such a burden like me?

It didn't make any sense from the start when we started dating. Everyday I question the fact that Harry chose me over so many other girls. So I was right after all, after all this time.

"Does it ever cross your mind that it's Photoshopped?" Harry shouted over the rain so I would have no choice but to hear it. I stopped struggling but didn't face him, my drenched hair towards him.

I stood silent as I allowed him to continue. He released my wrist and came up in front of me, so I would have no choice but to look at him. His see through white shirt was in front of me and I looked up at him.

He showed me phone on his hand and this time, the picture was zoomed in to his arms. Under closer inspection, his arms looked unnatural around the girl's arm, with some signs of cut like some paper doll.

"This picture is from our third date, remember? They cropped you out of my arms and edited me to look like that because apparently to everyone, I'm a womanizer." He explained to me softly but grumbled with unsatisfication at the last part.

Realisation washed over me as I realized that I was wrong and overreacted. Harry is right, he should be upset at me for not trusting him enough.

"I-I... I'm really sorry, Harry... I should've trusted you, I shouldn't have shouted at you for no reason." I bit my lips and looked at him guiltily, hoping he'l forgive me.

He sighed: "You gotta admit though, this is some pretty good Photoshopping skills, I almost believed it myself!" He loosely wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I'm just glad you found out the truth babe. I would never, ever do something like that, okay? I love you so, so much, baby." He rested his damp chin on top of my wet head.

I mumbled into his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you. I should've known better... I won't overreact next time."

Harry chuckled lightly: "You have every right to overreact, darling. Although I know that I won't ever do anything like that."

He looked down at me and pulled me closer. Without thinking, he pressed his wet lips against mine and I responded immediately. We kissed passionately under the rain, ignoring the fact that it's pouring down harder now. 

I hadn't realize I was shivering till Harry mentioned that and ended our romantic moment. He guided me back into the house and prepared a warm bubble bath for me, making me feel even guiltier for doubting his infidelity.

I didn't stop apologizing for the misunderstanding for the rest of the day but a part of me is secretly glad that our little fight led up to that romantic moment under the rain.