Harry Styles Imagines

Silent Treatment.

(2013 Harry)

You and Harry have been together for 7 months. You were currently staying round his house tonight for a sleepover. Over this past week, Harry's been acting moody and rude, which is not like him at all. You were starting to get quite sad, causing you to worry about him a lot, so you decide to speak to him about it.

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You were sitting down on the settee, watching spongebob, whilst Harry was in the kitchen making some drinks, he had just ordered some pizza. You begin to worry about him.

'I need to speak to him. It's killing me' you think to yourself, getting up. You walk into the kitchen to see him pouring some apple juice for your both.

'Harry?' You ask. He clears his throat.

'Yes?' He asks, sighing. You tuck your hair behind your ear and lean against the counter.

'Are you okay?' You ask, nervously. He looks at you, then continues to pour some more in the glasses.

'Yes, why wouldn't I be?' He snaps.

'It's just, this past week you've been so cold towards me. I just want to know if I've done anything wrong' you say, calmly.

'Not everything's about you, Y/N' he says, getting angrier.

'I didn't say it was, Harry. I'm just worried about you' you say, fiddling with your fingers.

'Well i'm fine, okay? Stop being so clingy, god' he says, frustrated.

'What? Harry. You're making no sense right now! I care about you so much! I just feel like you're pushing me away! You're being so rude right now and I don't know what I've done to deserve this!' You say, tears threatening to spill.

'I'm not pushing you away for gods sakes Y/N! How the fuck am I being rude? You're the one bitching!' he says, angrily. You stand up from the counter and back away. He looks at you and his face softens, seeing a tear rolling down your face. You turn around and silently walk out of the kitchen, back to where you were sitting. You sit down and lay back, tears falling down your face still. You wipe them away and sigh, closing your eyes.

Harry's p.o.v

'Oh no, what have I done? She was only trying to help you Harry. For fucks sake. She loves you and cares for you! I'm such an idiot' I think to myself, bringing our drinks in with me to the living room. I set the drinks down and look at her. She had her eyes closed tears still escaping them. My heart broke. I made her cry.

Your p.o.v

I feel Harry sit down next to me.

'Kitten?' He asks. I don't move, I just sigh and wipe the fresh set of tears away.

'I'm so sorry' he says. I open my eyes and look at him. He looks so miserable. He's probably just had a tough week.

'I've had the worst week. I am so sorry for taking it out on you. You don't deserve it at all' he says, lifting his hand to rest it on your arm. You look down and turn over the channel to a movie channel, where the notebook was playing. Harry's favourite.

*DING DONG*

The doorbell rings. Harry gets up to go and get it. Whilst he's getting the pizza, you sit crossed legged and put the blanket over you, taking a sip of your apple juice. He comes in and sits down next to you.

'The pizzas here, if you want to come and get some?' He says. You sigh and look away.

'Silent treatment? Really? I said I was sorry Y/N! Fine I won't speak to you either' He says, getting up and storming away. You giggle slightly.

'He won't last 10 minutes' you think to yourself. After 2 minutes he comes in with two plates of pizza. He sets it down on your lap and sits on the other end of the settee. You smile at the pizza and start eating it. After a few minutes you set the plate down and get up to refill both your glasses.

As you were filling the glasses back up you felt a presence behind you. You finish filling them up and put the carton back into the fridge. You turn around.

'Y/N PLEASE YOU'RE KILLING ME. I'M SO SORRY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH' he says, falling to his knees. You walk over to him and giggle. His head shoots up.

'Kitten?' He asks.

'Yes?' You ask, smiling. He smiles and picks you up, spinning you around.

'Oh my gosh. Kitten. I am so sorry. I love you with all of my heart, I didn't mean to take it out on you and for making you cry. I'm so sorry, please-' you cut him off by kissing him passionately.

'I forgive you. I love you too much to stay mad at you' you say, giggling. He hugs you tight and sighs a sigh of relief.