Harry Imagines

Harry Yells at You

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You saw Harry at the kitchen table, writing. You saw that he looked really stressed, and tensed up, so you walked up behind him, and kissed his cheek.

"What are you doing hot stuff?" you flirted. You put your hands on his shoulders, and lightly massaged them. Harry shook off your hands, and pulled his seat forward away from you.

"I'm writing, and I need to concentrate," he said curtly. You decided that maybe he needed a little loosening up, so you ran your fingers through his chestnut brown hair, and kissed his neck. Harry jumped up, and turned around. "FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, WOMAN! MUST YOU ANNOY ME RIGHT NOW? I'M BLOODY BUSY, AND HERE YOU ARE GETTING HANDSY!" he shouted. Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach.

"I'M SORRY, BUT YOU'VE BEEN DOING NOTHING, BUT SITTING AT THIS DAMN TABLE ALL WEEK, AND THEN YOU GO TO BED ON THE COUCH. I MISS MY FIANCÉE, IS THAT SO BAD?" you yelled as adrenaline started to trickle through your body, your face felt hot. Harry shook his head, started to walk away, and turned back around.

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DAMN NEEDY? I HAVE TO WRITE A NEW SONG, AND I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING. YOUR CONSTANT PESTERING ISN'T HELPING THE SLIGHTEST BIT! NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME I HAVE WORK TO DO!" he yelled then sat at a different place. His once light jade eyes now dark emerald speckled with anger. You stood there, silent, and breathless. At first, you wanted to scream at him. But now, you feel as though you are a bother to him, maybe you have been though the relationship, but he was too nice to say anything. Before you left, Harry lifted his head from writing, realizing what he'd just spat at you. He saw how horrible you felt, and got up.

"I-I j-just w-wanted to c-c-calm you d-down. I-I j-just w-wanted you to p-pay a-attention to m-me at l-least o-once the p-passed two w-weeks," you said stuttering, and began to lightly sob. Harry cautiously stepped towards you, and pulled you into his chest.

"Kitten, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean any of it, I swear to you. I can't believe I said those things," he said, almost to tears, sounding upset.

"But it's true, I am needy and annoying. I should've let you work. I can leave until you're finished," you said shakily.

"No, I don't want you to leave, that's the last thing I want. This stupid song can wait, you are much more important." You wanted to smile, but you still felt troubled.

"No, I'm not," you said. Harry looked more upset.

"I... I made you feel like you're less important than a piece of paper. What have I done?" he said. You'd never seen him so upset about what he's said to you. "Baby, I wanna make it up to you if you let me. Please let me take you out. Anywhere you want. I love you, kitten, more than anything. I'm a jerk, I shouldn't have neglected you. Management has been getting on my ass about this, but for now they can deal with me taking a day off. Forgive me?" he asked.

"Will you actually come to bed with me tonight?" you asked.

"Of course babe, I promise," he said. You smiled and kissed his lips. You felt a surge of happiness move through you.

"Then, I forgive you Hazz, I love you." He picked up, and spun you around as you laughed.

"Yay! I love you too, (Y/N/N). I love you so much! Let's go!"