One Direction Imagines

Harry: You Two Get Into A Fight

A/N: This is the first imagine I've ever written. I tried! Lol

Lots of love xx

•Katie•

"All I'm saying is that you could help out more," I mutter as picking up yet another one of his dirty shirts.

"I do help out! I do the dishes almost every night!" he shouts at me, following me into the bedroom as I shove the shirt into the hamper and continue cleaning the apartment.

"Almost," I use air quotes as I say the word.

"What do you do?!" He shouts back.

"What does it look like I'm doing Harry?" I say sarcastically as grabbing an empty beer bottle from the nightstand.

"You're drinking again?" worry fills my voice.

"I only had one," he snatched it from my hands and left the bedroom, I on his tail.

"Harry, you promised."

"It was after a day in the studio, cut me some slack," he chucked it in the trash.

"You do remember the last time you drank, don't you?" he avoids eye contact as the memory fills my head. The bruise to my cheek was prominent for a good week, he was immediately filled with remorse, and of course I forgave him; but only with the promise to not drink anymore.

"Of course I do! How could I forget when you or someone else brings it up every five minutes?" he slumps down to the couch.

"Harry-" I was cut off by his abrupt stand to his feet.

"You know what? Fuck this! When your over your little hissy fit because I had one freaking beer, call me," he grabbed his keys from the ring next to the door and slammed it shut.

I stood there for a moment thinking over what had just happened, not taking much time to over think and began picking up the trash on the coffee table.

Harry's P.O.V.
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After driving around the block for a bit I decided to call up Ed (Sheeran) to see if he wanted to hangout, I can't go back there quite yet, she needs to cool down. I know I promised, I know how much I screwed up, I just wasn't thinking. Bad move on my part, but what does she want me to do now? It was two days ago, and to be honest how did she not recognize the bottle before?

He picked up on the second ring, inviting me to tag along with his plans for the night.

Y/N P.O.V.
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The apartment sat clean as I flipped through tv channels trying to find something reasonable to watch, stopping at an old episode of How I Met Your Mother, I wandered into the kitchen to begin dinner.

Two episodes and a platter of honey mustard chicken later, I sat down for dinner, alone. It was eerily quiet, the sound of the tv echoing in the large apartment.

I tried to not let it bother me, but by the time I had put dinner away and nothing good was on tv I began to worry about where Harry had ran off to. I held off for another few minutes before finally calling him, no answer.

I forced myself to lay down in bed, trying to sleep, telling myself that he's fine and is just hanging out with the guys and eventually it must work because I'm thrust into darkness.

Harry's P.O.V.
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I unlocked the door to find the apartment quite and dark, reaching for the light switch I hit my foot on the end of the counter mumbling a few cuss word under my breath until successfully turning the lights on. The apartment was perfectly cleaned, she's such a perfectionist. I checked the living room to see if she was still awake though it was empty, "Y/N?" I softly called as entering the bedroom.

There she laid, looking so peaceful, she shifted in her sleep due to me calling her as I approached the bed.

I had had plenty of time to think everything over and all that I had meant to say disappeared as I touched her while climbing into the bed. I wrapped my arms around her and made my apology quietly, knowing she was now awake. Just as I was finishing she rolled over and kissed me softly,"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," She kissed me once more.