Harry Styles Imagines

Late Night Chats

Pudding. Pudding. You need pudding.

You slip out of bed, making sure not to wake Harry. You know he's been really tired lately because of the new album.

You slowly walk down the creaky stairs, each one shifting under your weight.

The lights stay off, and you make your way to the cabinet, searching blindly for what you need.

You pull it out of the cabinet, get a spoon, then sit down on the cold wood floor, leaning back against the refrigerator.

The chocolate snack pack is reluctant to open, but you finally get it open.

Just as you are beginning to eat the pudding, Harry enters the kitchen.

"Hey baby."

"Holy shit!" He screams, not expecting you to be awake.

He flickers on the light.

"(Y\N). Love. What are you doing on the floor?" He says, out of breath

"Couldn't sleep and I got hungry."

"Is something wrong?" He asks, his voice sleepy.

You shake your head no.

"You've been acting weird all night. Come on, what's up?"

You debate wether or not you should burden him with your problems.

You pat a place on the hard wood floor for him to sit down.

He rests his hand on your thigh.

"I went over to my mom and dad's house today...."

He patiently waits for you to continue, but you don't know if you can. It makes you sick to your stomach thinking about having to repeat what you saw.

"I saw....," you begin but can't finish.

"I saw him kissing another woman, as in someone that wasn't my mother."

Harry becomes speechless. He rubs circles on your mid back.

"I'm so sorry, love."

You grunt. How could he possibly understand this?

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He interrogates.

"I didn't really want to tell you before. I just kinda wanted to process it on my own. And I wanted to stab someone."

He laughs a forced laugh. You can tell he's hurt that you didn't come to him right away.

"You don't mean that."

"I know. I just can't seem to figure out how he could throw 23 years of marriage away on some stupid tramp he met at work."

Harry pulls your head to his shoulder.

"You can cry if you need to." He offers.

"I don't need to cry. I just really need to punch something."

He holds a kiss on the top of your head. You hear him taking in a whiff of your hair.

"You'd never cheat on me would you?" You ask. He seems appalled that you would even have to ask a question like that.

"(Y/N), I can't believe you just asked me that! I would never hurt you like that. Ever."

"That's good to hear Styles."