Harry Styles Imagines

He's In Jail (part 2)

*Ive had this part written for awhile but have just never had time to upload it. Go check out part one!*

A guard escorts you to a cell where Harry and one other scruffy looking man are sitting. Harry looks terrible. His hair is greasy and there are dark circles beneath his eyes and he looks like he's hungover. He's looking at his feet but looks up when the door slams open.

"(Y/N)." He says, his voice a mixture of excitement and relief. He stands up and walks towards you.

"You're free to go." The officer says in a disproving voice. You're sure they don't appreciate drunk drivers much around here.

You sweep outside, quickly heading towards your car parked on the curb.

"I thought you were going to leave me there all fucking day." You can hear the aggravation in his voice and you know that he's pissed, but he couldn't possibly be anymore pissed than you. You take a deep breath just as you open the car door. Once you're in the car he just stares at you, waiting for you to say something. The car is silent and you know that it's your turn to talk. The tension in the small space of the car is almost palpable and you hope he realises what's building up for when you both get home.

"Are we just not going to talk about it?" He asks and you can hear the lump in his throat.

"Not while I'm driving." You say. He sits back in his seat at your words but seems anxious and unable to sit still. The 10 minute drive home seems like it takes an hour. You spend the drive thinking over what you're going to say to him.

"Where's Darcy?" He asks once you're inside the house.

Your mom is watching her because you knew this was probably going to get heated, and a 6 month old baby didn't need to be exposed to that. You know he's wishing she was here because she'd unknowingly serve as a buffer.

"Listen. I know I told you this wouldn't happen again, but nothing even happened. They're not even going to put it on my record."

You don't say anything for a few moments and you make your way into the living room and plop down on the couch.

"Why are you doing this to me Harry?" You say as a tear runs down your face that you hadn't known was there. You had been so angry moments ago, but now you were feeling an overwhelming amount of anger and sadness.

"(Y/N)-" Harry takes a step towards you but you put your hands in the air before he can come any closer.

"Do you know what it's like for me? Every time you say you're going out I'm scared to death. Nothing happened this time, but what about the next time or the time after that when it's a call telling me you wrapped your car around a pole."

"(Y/N)." He tries again, but I don't let him continue.

"No. I'm talking." You say, your voice raising again. "We have a child now. It's not just you anymore. It's me and her too." He takes a seat on the couch next to you and puts a hand on your knee that you don't shake away.

"Please Harry, please-" You say as your voice increases in volume. "Please you have to stop. I don't want you to die. Please stop doing this to me." You beg, and he quickly pulls you into an embrace and you can see the hurt in his eyes. He scans your face and realize the pain he's caused you.

"I'm so sorry baby. I am so sorry." He whispers into your ear and you know that he won't be spending anymore time in jail.