Harry Styles Imagines

He's drunk and insults you.

(2013 Harry)

You and Harry have invited Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn over to hang out. You were all sat down watching tv and having a laugh. You were sat in between Niall and Louis, giggling and taking funny snapchats.

'Babe, can you get us all some beers from the fridge?' Harry asks. You furrow your eyebrows and get up, walking towards the kitchen.

'Why couldn't he get them?' You ask yourself, but shrug it off and get them anyway. You walk back in with 5 beers. You set them down on the table and give them to each boy. They all said thank you, apart from Harry. He just snatched it out of your hand and continued talking to Zayn. You huff and sit back down. Niall, Louis and you were talking.

'So, hows things with Harry?' Niall asks, putting down his beer. You sigh.

'Everything seems to be okay, I just feel like he's being a bit rude to me today, but I could just be overreacting' you say. They both give you confused looks.

'I'm sure he's just having a bad day love, he'll be alright' Louis says, placing a hand on your arm, reassuring you. You smile lightly and go back to taking funny videos of them both with the snapchat filters. You got cut off laughing when Harry spoke up again.

'Y/N! Another beer! Now!' He says, pointing towards the kitchen. You look at Niall and then Louis, both giving you sympathetic looks. You sigh and get up, taking his empty beer bottle with you.

'Why can't you get it yourself, Harry?' You ask, walking out of the door. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

'She's so fucking lazy, get off your fat ass and get me a beer!' He says. Your heart breaks. You hear the boys go silent.

'How could you speak of her like that Harry?' Louis says in your defence, crossing his arms. You set the empty beer bottle down and take a new one out of the fridge.

'Don't cry, Y/N. You're stronger than this. Please' You think to yourself, but fail as a tear rolls down your cheek. You wipe it away quickly and walk into the living room. The boys looked at you, noticing you're sad. You place the beer down in front of Harry and walk out. You go into the dining room and walk towards the sliding doors to your garden. You close the door quietly and sit down on a deck chair, staring into the swimming pool. You sigh and put your head in your hands.

'Am I really fat? Am I lazy?' You ask yourself, crying.

'No'

You turn around to see Niall. You smile weakly and he sits down next to you. He hugs you and you cry into his chest. He strokes your hair to calm you down.

'I-i'm sorry N-Niall.' You say, looking up at him. He smiles and shakes his head.

'You have nothing to be sorry for Y/N. Listen, Harry's drunk. That's his fourth beer! He doesn't know what he's saying. You're not fat or lazy. You're beautiful and amazing.' He says, kissing the top of your head. You smile and rest your head on his chest.

'Thank you, Nialler. I'm so glad I have you' You say, making him chuckle.

'I'm glad I have you too Y/N. Listen, it's getting quite late, I think you should probably go to bed.' He says, taking you back inside. You wipe your eyes.

'I'm not sleeping in the same bed as that fool tonight' You say, walking back into the living room. Everyone looks up except Harry, all of the boys come over to you asking if your okay, giving you a group hug.

'I'm fine guys, really. I'll be okay. I'm gonna make him sleep on the settee tonight.' You say, they all hug you tighter and let go.

'We'll see you tomorrow, Y/N!' They say as they walk out of the door. You sigh and peer your head round the corner of the living room to see Harry passed out on the couch. You smile weakly. Even though he's a dickhead he's still cute. You tidy up the room, quietly and get a blanket. You slowly take his phone out of his hands and put it on the table. You lay the blanket over him and kiss his forehead. Yes you were so pissed off at him, but you still cared for him.

'Goodnight, Harry' you say, walking up the stairs into your bedroom. You get changed and brush your teeth, looking in the mirror.

'I'll talk to him about it tomorrow' you think to yourself, turning off the light, getting into bed.

the next day

You wake up and look over at the time. 10:28am. You sigh and sit up, stretching. You walk into the bathroom to get ready. Once you've finished getting dressed and doing your makeup it was 11:14am. You text the boys to ask them if they want to go out for lunch in the group chat.

You: Hey guys, I was wondering, do you al wanna go out for lunch today? Say 12pm? xx

Niall: Yes! That sounds good Y/N! Everyone meet at mine? xx

Louis: Yes please! I'm starving! See you all then xx

Liam: Thank god, I need to get out of this house! I'll see you lot at 12! xxx

Zayn: 12 sounds good! See you all at Niall's! xxx

You smile and lock your phone. You go downstairs, Harry stirred and yawned. You walk into the kitchen, making him some breakfast. You hear his footsteps behind you, you didn't turn around, you just continued with breakfast.

'Morning kitten, you look sexy today' he says, wrapping his arms around your waist. You sigh.

'Really? That's not what you thought yesterday' you say, getting out of his grip, reaching to get a plate out.

'What are you talking about babe?' He asks, leaning against the counter, rubbing his eyes. You set the plate down. You take a deep breath and look at him.

'I don't know how much of yesterday you remember but you were drunk. Every 5 minutes you'd ask me to get you a beer, and not in a nice way either. I asked you why you couldn't get it yourself.' You sigh, trying to not get upset again.

'You must've thought I was out of the room when you said that I was so fucking lazy and that I should get off my fat ass and get you another beer' you say, putting your head down, letting a tear roll down your cheek. You look up at him. He was shaking his head, looking at you in disbelief.

'I...I really said that?' He asks, looking at you hoping you were joking. You just nod your head and cry. He brings you in for a hug.

'Baby, I am so so so so so sorry. You're not lazy, or fat! No where near! I was drunk, I didn't mean anything of what I said. I was just so stressed out that day I took it out on you! Please believe me, I don't think your fat. I'm so sorry for being rude to you. I hope you can forgive me, because I don't know what I'd do if you didn't-' you cut him off his rant by kissing him. He smiles and holds your waist.  You pull away and smile at him.

'I love you, Harry. I really do. I forgive you. Just please don't do it again' you say. He hugs you tighter and kisses your forehead.

'I promise, kitten. Never again.' He says.

(please comment what imagines you'd like me to do next) all the love, Xx