One Direction Preferences and Imagines

Imagine for @Larry-Gay-Stylinson (Harry)

Imagine for @Larry-Gay-Stylinson (Harry)

Riley's P.O.V

For the past few weeks Harry and I had been going at each other's throats. We'd get pissed off for no reason, so much to where we'd have a screaming match, and then give each other the silent treatment.

Today I had nothing to do so I picked up some Nandos, not even bothering to tell Harry and bring it to him and the boys at the studio. I got out of my car and started to make my way to the building.

Once I checking in with the Secretary in the lobby I went to the lift and rode up to the 7th floor. I silently entered the boys recording room, not wanting to interrupt anything, but luckily they were just sitting around.

"You didn't tell us Riley was coming!" Liam says making Harry turn and face me.

"What do you think you're doing here?" he asks harshly.

"I figured you boys were hungry so I brought Nandos" I say.

"Oh my god thank you!" all the boys hollered rushing over to get some except Harry.

"Can we talk?" Harry asks me.

"Um, sure" I say placing the food that the boys didn't take down.

"Follow me" he says. We walked into an empty room and he began to scream at me. "Why are you here?!"

"I told you why" I say.

"Well you should've called! If I wanted you to bring food I would've told you to!" he says in annoyance.

"I don't see why you're so mad, it's just food."

"I'm mad because this is the only place where you aren't and now you've taken over that too" he yells.

"Are you kidding me? If you don't want to see me anymore than I'll just pack my things and get out! There's no point in making you miserable by my appearance" I shout and before I knew it his hand went across my face making me stumble back. Pain rushed to my cheek as he tried to help me regain balance.

"Oh my god, I don't no why I did that" he says and I pushed him off me. "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't even try that!" I cried putting my hand against my throbbing cheek and walking out of the door.

"Riley please!" he shouted but I kept on walking. How could Harry do such a thing? How could he hit me?

1 Week Later

Harry had done nothing but leave messages for the past couple of weeks but I never replied to any of them. I didn't want to hear his lousy excuses.

Although I was disappointed and shocked by what he did, a part of me wished he'd come to my house and try to make things right, but he still hadn't. That was until today.

I was laying down on the couch watching t.v when I heard a loud knock. I got up from my spot and walked to the door. Instead of looking, I swung it open hoping that it was Harry, and it was.

"Riley, I'm so so sorry. You don't understand how sorry I am" he says and I sighed.

"Harry, what you did was wrong. You aren't supposed to hit women let alone the person you supposedly love. That is if you even love me anymore" I say.

"I love you more than anything, Riley. I know it probably doesn't seem like it because of what I did but I can assure you that you're my whole life. This past week has been terrible without you" he says.

"I love you, Harry, I truly do. But I don't know if I can trust you anymore."

"Please Riley, just give me one last chance. I promise I won't ever hit you again, just give me one more shot" he pleaded.

"Fine, but it's only because I love you" I say and he gently hugged me, kissing my lips in the process. "One more shot Harold..." I whispered.

Sorry for the wait, I've been extremely obsessed with this t.v show making me come on here very little! Requests for imagines/preferences are open!

~ Gaby <3