Harry Styles Imagines

He offends you.

(2013)

You and Harry have been dating for a year, you both live together in a beautiful house. Lately you feel like he's not spending any time with you, you only see him when he comes home, which is usually about 10pm, and sometimes on Sundays. He was always out with the boys. You loved the boys and how they all got along so good, but you feel like he could make plans for you. You didn't mention it as you'd hate to get in the way of their friendship.

You woke up facing Harry, who was lightly snoring. His arms were loosely wrapped around your waist. You smile at how cute he is and kiss his cheek. He smiles and opens his eyes. His grip on your waist gets tighter as he pulls you closer to him.

'Morning, kitten' he says, kissing your forehead. You giggle and kiss his neck.

'Morning, Haz' You reply.

'I was thinking maybe we could do something together today?' You ask, getting up to get your clothes ready. He sits up, lazily and sighs.

'Niall and I already have plans today Y/N, we're going golfing' he says. You sigh and look down. This really was hurting you. As you were about to say something, his phone rang.

'Hey Niall, you okay?' He says into the phone.

'Yeah, Yeah, I'll see you in about an hour.' He says, as he hangs up the phone. He looks at you, noticing that you're sad.

'What's wrong, love?' He asks, getting up.

'I just, i feel like you don't have time for me anymore. I really wanted to do something with you today. I've missed you. Do you think you could maybe cancel and go golfing another time?' You ask, playing with your fingers. He rolls his eyes.

'No Y/N. I already made plans okay? Stop being so clingy towards me and let me have fun.' He says, walking into the bathroom, closing the door. You stand there, shocked.

'How could he say that to me? Am I not fun to be around? Am I too clingy?' All these horrible thoughts were running through your mind. You grab your phone and head to the guest bedroom. You enter the room, slowly and close the door. You throw your clothes onto the bed, along with your phone.

You began to cry. You covered your eyes to try and stop the tears from spilling, but you couldn't help it. You walk into the bathroom, looking up at the mirror. You sigh and close your eyes. You brushed your teeth and went back into the room, as you were getting changed you hear the front door slam. You quickly put your t-shirt on and open the door. You look downstairs, Harry's shoes and coat was gone.

'I need to get out of this house.' You say, walking downstairs, grabbing your keys and purse, leaving. You get in your car, as a tear escapes your eye. You quickly pick up your phone and go through your contacts.

'Who would be good to talk to right now?' You ask yourself.

'Loubear!' You think to yourself, dialling his number. He picks up almost after the first ring.

'Louis?' You ask, sniffling.

'Woah, love, are you okay? Have you been crying?' He asks, you could hear in his voice how concerned he was.

'Y-yes. C-could I maybe s-stay round y-yours tonight p-please?' You ask.

'Oh my goodness, yes of course! I'll see you in a minute, then we can talk about everything' he says.

'Thank you so m-much, Lou' you say.

'No problem, see you in a minute love' he says.

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