One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Harry Imagine for @AlyssaStyles9876

Harry Imagine for Alyssa. Hope you like it! :)

**Alyssa's P.O.V.**

"Alyssa!" I heard Harry scream, and I winced. The front door slammed shut, and I heard Harry roaming around inside our shared flat. Something was slammed onto the table, and then the fridge door was yanked open and then shut with a bang that rippled throughout the entire flat. A chair scraped across the floor, and I cringed at the squeaky noise it made. "Alyssa! Get out here now!"

I took a deep breath, already knowing what had made Harry so pissed. Yesterday when I was doing the laundry, I had accidently managed to shrink three of Harry's favorite shirts. I knew he was going to be furious when he found out, so I decided not to tell him, but it looked like he found out the hard way. I slowly made my way out of our room, twirling my fingers under the secrecy of his sweater that I liked to wear.

As soon as I made an appearance into the kitchen, I felt Harry's glare on me. "Hi," I nearly whispered, sitting across from him at the table.

Everything was silent for a moment before Harry spoke, his voice as cold and sharp as ice. "So I guess the rumors are true."

"What rumors?" I asked quietly, and Harry scoffed at me, slamming his hand onto the table.

"Don't act like you don't know!" he yelled, sliding something to me across the table. It was a magazine, and it was opened up to a particular article. The article was all about how I had cheated on Harry multiple times and was only with him for his money and fame with not even a picture of me and my supposed "second boyfriend" to support the author's claims.

"How could you even believe any of this shit?" I gasped. "Every time I come across an article like this about you, you tell me to ignore it and that it's all lies. But when it's about me, we suddenly jump to the conclusion that I'm cheating on you?"

"I didn't beleive it as first," Harry jeered, reaching into his pocket for something. "And then this happens." He slid the object to me across the table, looking away from me and locking his jaw. I picked up the object and saw that it was Niall's cell phone, not Harry's. The phone was already opened to a message, and it was from me. I furrowed my eyesbrows as I read the text.

Hey, babe! Miss you and can't wait for you to get back from the studio! <333

Instinctively, I shook my head. "No, this was meant for you. I must have sent it to Niall by accident." I hastily took out my own phone and went to my messages to check.

"Likely story. God, Alyssa, you're such a bitch. Have I been a bad boyfriend or something?" Harry spat, and I felt my eyes widen. Did he just call me a bitch?

"Is that why you're pissed? I thought it was because of the shirts."

Harry's eyes narrowed, and his jaw reclenched. "What about the shirts?"

I gulped. Of all the times to bring that up, I thought. "I might of,uh, shrunk some of your shirts in the laundry by accident yesterday."

"You what?!" Harry screamed, shooting up out of his seat and glaring at me. "God, you are the worst girlfriend ever!"

"Excuse me but at least I don't believe lies!" I hissed at him, standing up as well.

"You are a lie! Shit, I should have listened to the fans in the first place. You are no good for me!"

"Sure, Harry, believe the people that stalk you and abuse me over the Internet."

"Hey!" Harry screamed, jabbing a finger at me. "Don't say that kind of stuff about them. They're the best fans ever, and the band wouldn't be where we are if it wasn't for them."