Harry Styles Imagines

(42) - damn salt

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"Harry?!", I called Harry from the kitchen we shared.

"Yeah?!"

"The salt. Where the heck is that?", I quickly mixed the compound in the hot pot.

"I don't know.", he answered.

"Come here and help me find it!", I called feeling extremely annoyed at him.

"I'm busy, I can't."

"Right now!", I yelled.
"Woman, you're so freaking annoying.", he entered the room looking angrier than I expected him to be.

"And how do you expect me to be?! You're always on your fucking phone. And you say you're busy?!", I laughed sarcastically.
"What about me?!", I continued.
"I have to cook, to clean, to iron...", I counted everthing with my fingers and he snorted.

"And I have to hear you talk every fucking time. Harry do this, Harry do that, Harry could you pass me that, Harry can you go buy the groceries.", he mimicked my voice and I almost felt bad for the boy in front of me.

"I'm sick of all of it, too! The world doesn't revolve around you Olivia! And your fucking food is burning.", he finished pointing a finger at me.
I turned around, took the pot and placed it instantly under cold water of my sink. Which meant that the now burnt food was wasted too.

Just like the time he wasted with me.

"Sure, and now you're silent. And don't start crying. I'm tired of your shit.", he said breathing heavily and I could feel a tear of mine roll down my left cheek.

"Yeah cry. That's the only thing you can do."

"Of course, apart from messing with everyone's brain. Because, that's the thing you can do best!", he threw his hands in the air.

"Stop! Stop with this shit right now.", I placed my hands on my head, pulling some of my dark strands.

"You know very well about my past, Harry. And all the things I've been through. It's not easy for me a-and-", I started talking slowly trying to save our relationship, but sadly, he cut me off.

"You can't possibly mix your past everytime you mess something up!", "I'm out.", that were his last words, before he grabbed his car keys from the grey bowl and walked out of my life.

"I'm pregnant, you idiot.", I whispered to myself when I heard the door close loudly. I went in our bedroom and cried my heart out, hoping that Harry just went with the lads somewhere to cool down.

Months passed rather quickly and Harry didn't come back.

Seriously, I just asked for the damn salt.

I didn't get any of his calls nor messages and all of his clothes stayed where they have been.
Untouched, just like our bed.

My baby bump was getting visible and with just one of Harry's oversized t-shirt, it was well hidden. Still guilty I felt, everytime I would look at the baby bump. While Harry, continued his tour with One Direction, I knew from the bottom of my heart that he was truly happy to be on stage with them. His beautiful smile is all you need to notice, to see how happy he truly is.

A baby right now would be too much.
For him, and for the band that got back from the break.

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"This is so cute.", I whispered to myself as I took a baby shoe in my hands. I took the carton box and put the baby shoes in there, taking it under my arm.
I took another pile of clothes with me and started heading towards the cashier to pay for them.

"Oh my God! Is that Harry's girlfriend?!", slowly turned around and saw two girl whispering excitedly to each other.
Forgetting about them, I paid for the baby stuff, took my car keys from my bag and walked towards my car.

I opened the door of my flat and stepped in, and almost instantly got a heart attack from a certain curly headed boy.

"Jesus.", I placed my hand on my chest, cursing slightly when I wanted to put it on my swollen stomach.

"Hello to you too, Olivia.", he said.
"Good morning.", I responded closing the door, taking the bag with me and started heading towards the living room. Soon, I heard him following me.

I sat down on the couch and leaned the bags on the floor against the couch.

"What do you want Harry.", I said feeling exhausted, rubbing my eyes with my fists.

"Isn't it obvious.", he leaned against the door frame.
"It's all over the social media. You baby shopping with your huge stomach. Did you really think that you could hide it? From me?", he got closer and I sat up.

"Who said it's yours?", I stated and his eyes grew wider and his face became confused and surprisingly, hurt.

"I-it's not?"
"Of course it is, you frog.", I rolled my eyes.

"I know I-I messed this all up. It's all my fault really. You just asked for the damn salt.", he chuckled and rubbed his curly head.
"I really hope you'll forgive me.", he sat beside me.

"Only if you won't mind me asking for the damn salt everytime I need it.", we chuckled and our lips met in sign of forgiveness.

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Strong chapter, but to be honest I needed one in this fluffy book.
Hope you enjoyed it.

Love you so much. xx

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Written the 29th, 30th and 31st May 2018.
Published the 1st of June.