Harry Styles Imagines (completed)

Making you insecure

"Don't do it, girl... don't go down the road he has," I tell myself

"easier said then down when he is making me feel ugly as a piece of trash" I kept talking to myself.

I looked over at Harry who was dressed to the nines.

"Are you really wearing that?" he asked the question he has asked the first to dresses I had on.

"What is wrong with it?" I asked

"it's ..." he trailed off while making a disgusted face

"You really wanna go down that road right now?" I asked getting tired of this shit.

He looked at me confused like he had no idea what I was meaning.

"What?" he asked

"You heard me."

I tried so hard not to lose it with him and to listen to myself but I'm about to crack and release on his ass.

He looked at me with the same odd look

"what are you talking about?"

"Oh, we playing stupid?"

"I am not playing anything, I am asking what you're talking about."

"You are being an asshole right now, and I am so close to making you regret it"

He kept looking at me confused.

"Here let me help you out with your sudden confusion. you're making me feel like trash, you complain about my outfits."

he stopped looking like he was confused and started looking like he was about to call me out.

I held my hand up

"don't you dare try to deny it. I have stood here and listened to you say things about my outfits and keep asking "are you really gonna wear that" over and over no matter how many times I change. Well, guess what I ain't changing anymore. So if you don't like how I am dressed then tough shit, I am not dressing to impress you, your friends, or family."

He went to talk but I put my finger on his lips

" Either you take me for who I am and how I like to dress or don't take me at all, I don't care anymore. But the next time you pull this shit, I will make your ass feel worse then you had me" I tell him then walk out the house.