The phone begins to ring, you quickly get it, not wanting the loud noise to wake your sleeping baby.
"Hello?" You say in a hushed voice.
"(Y/N), it's me Harry Styles, your husband."
"I know who you are Harry."
"Wonderful!" He shouts.
He's obviously drunk; again.
"Where are you at Harry?"
He begins laughing, and it takes him a few moments to compose himself.
"It's a really funny story love." He continues laughing.
"I'm in jail."
"Again?!" You shout.
In the other room Darcy begins wailing. You roll your eyes, thinking of the struggle of having to get her down again.
"Harry, you were just in there for drunk driving less than a month ago!" Your voice is quivering with anger.
"Well it appears I'm in here again!" He laughs at his own joke.
"What the hell? You told me you were recording tonight."
"Did I say recording? I meant drinking." He's laughing again.
"Can you come get me (Y/N)?" He begs.
This conversation feels very familiar. You just had it 3 weeks ago, around this time of night. Your end of the phone goes silent.
"Hello?" Harry asks.
He lied to you again.
You hang up the phone before he speaks again.
YOU ARE READING
Harry Styles Imagines
FanficA variety of imagines about none other than the lovely Harry Styles. Hope you enjoy! Pregnancy, marriage, dating, and all stages of life included in these imagines.
