One Direction Imagines

Nothing Sweet -Harry-

Goodness, with all these angry imagines it makes Harry sound like an a.ss. Do you see that damn rubber ducky in a bannana suit? I love making them, so keep sending them. But at some point, Harry has got to be a nice guy, so I decided that with this one. Well, for a little bit he is.

SC. ML.

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You tiptoed into the house and shut the door lightly, since Harry was a light sleeper. You hung up your jacket and slipped off your flats and stepped into the hallway when the light above it flashed on. You turned around to see a tired looking Harry.

"Y/n? What the..." He rubbed his eyes and looked at you with widened eyes.

"Where did you go? I was worried sick about you! I was...just...what is that?" He sniffed the air and his eyes darkned.

"Cologne? Did you...c-cheat on me?" He asked. You looked down.

"No. Tell me the truth. Don't play games with me y/middle/n. Don't you dare." He looked so desperate. Like you would never do him wrong.

"Tonight...was a mistake. Harry, I-"

"Don't feed me lies. You know I hate liars y/n! Why?!" He shouted. You flinched.

"Why do you act like my damn mother?"

"I'm your boyfriend y/n! Tell me, who?" You shrugged.

"No one you'd know." He narrowed his eyes.

"Y/n, I don't wanna deal with this sh.it!"

"Me either!" And you slapped him. You covered your mouth as soon as you did it and your eyes widened. His hair was blocking his face from the side as he still faced that way.

"Harry, I'm-" He threw you over his shoulder.

"Harry! What are you doing? Baby, I'm sorry." He brought you to your bedroom and closed the door and threw you onto the bed and pinned your arms down to the bed. You couldn't see his face, because he was looking more at your stomach, so his brown curls covered his face.

"Was he better?"

"Harry-"

"Was he better?" He ordered, squeezing your wrists tighter.

"No."

"Liar. That's why you ran to him. I wasn't good enough for you. I'll show you that I am. I will be the only person you'll ever f.ucking need."

He got off of you and stood and turned his back to you. You were scared to move.

"You can't come unless I say so. You can't call my name. And if you make any f.ucking noise you slut...we'll have problems. Got it?" Your eyes widened.

"Okay." In a flash he was on the bed and in your face.

"I never settle for okay."

"Yes. I understand." He pulled your waist to his and you felt his hard on on your panties since you wore a skirt.

"Any trace of that will be burned." He said tearing you skirt and throwing it on the ground. He tore open your button up blouse, sending the buttons flying. He threw that aside and ran his fingers over your back, making your body arch into his. You were panting, not knowing what he would do.

"Did you never like it nice and slow? I treated you like glass but in reality your wood. You like it rough and painful. I can do that. I can do anything, because I am the only person you'll ever need. Right?"

You nodded, remembering not to make any noise. He smiled softly.

"Good girl." He threw off his shirt, leaving himself in only his boxers, since he rarely wore pants to bed.