Harry Styles Imagines

He's Jealous

"(Y/N), I am getting so fucking tired of this." His loud voice fills the room. He doesn't break eye contact with you while he unbuttons his shirt for bed. He pulls his pants down to his ankles and kicks them off. 

"I'm tired of it too Harry. He's just a friend. How many times do I have to tell you that before you understand that?"  You immediately see his jaw clench. He sits on the edge of the bed, facing away from you. He runs a hand through his curly locks. 

You've had this same fight with him every night for the past week. After meeting your friend Ryan for drinks, Harry has been a jealous mess. Harry had never met him and was less than pleased to find that this was the same Ryan you see every day at work.

"I have eyes. I can see the way he looks at you and he wants to be a hell of a lot more than your friend." He says as he stands, obviously annoyed.

"Harry, you say this about every man that looks at me. I work with him. Do you want me to quit?" He seems to contemplate it for a second. He's right though, since you became a married woman men seem to notice you more. 

"That's not what I want. But you don't even have to work, you know that." You laugh, but Harry doesn't seem amused. You know that you don't have to work, but you want to. You like to work, and you can't imagine what you'd spend your time doing if you didn't have work. Harry knows that even though he frequently reminds you that you don't have to be working unless you want to be.

"Yeah that will be great. I'll just stay at home and twiddle my thumbs until you get home from tour." He's pissing you off, and he knows it. He smirks at you.  You're glad to see that he's not as tense as he was moments ago. He walks over to you quickly. He grabs the sides of your face, and kisses you deeply, his hands eventually finding their way under your shirt. He pushes you onto the bed and is quickly on top of you. His lips aggressively meet yours and after a few moments he comes up for air, breathing heavily. His green eyes are staring into yours.

"You are mine. I don't want to share you with anyone else."