Harry Styles Imagines and one-shots.

Stress

College was really killing me. Every teacher seemed to be determined to pack as much work as possible into this semester. I could feel the assignments weighing on my shoulders like a bag of rocks.

I was hungry, tired, and to be honest, extremely irritable. I usually could be comforted by my boyfriend Harry, but right now I didn't even know if he could help. I hoped he was sleeping when I got home, so I could slip in with him, and just forget this day.

I slammed through the door, throwing my bag against the wall. I didn't care how loud I was being. Everything was pissing me off. I tried to peel off my shoes, however, my boots were proving hard to remove. I felt an inordinate amount of rage growing throughout my body. Every little thing was making me furious.

"That you babe?" I heard Harry call, a waver of apprehension in his voice.

"Yeah," I snapped. I stomped into the kitchen. Harry was shirtless and slurping some cereal. Usually I would've loved this sight, but right now, I was a bit annoyed.

I wrenched open a cupboard. I put the kettle on for some tea, and got out bread for a sandwich.

"Are you okay love?" Harry asked sympathetically.

"Fine," I said simply.

"Well, your one word answers say otherwise," Harry commented.

"I'm stressed," I muttered as I spread peanut butter on bread.

"Wanna talk about it?" Harry asked.

"Not really Harry," I snapped.

"No need to be so angry," Harry mumbled.

"Well I am, so just deal with it," I growled.

"Well, I didn't do anything," Harry shot back. I felt boiling rage run through me.

"Look, I'm stressed out of my mind! Okay, I'm so stressed I can't even sleep right because my mind won't fucking turn off. I'm dreading everyday before me, a little sympathy would be nice, instead of you telling me to be all happy."

"I understand that, and I'm not saying be all happy, I'm saying-"

"No," I shouted back. "You actually don't fucking understand Harry."

Harry's eyes flashed at my tone.

"You got your big break at sixteen. You never went to college. Instead, you got to travel the world with your best friends, and spend millions of dollars on any shit you wanted! So don't pretend you know the pressure I'm under! One wrong move and I ruin the rest of my life! You have no idea!"

"I don't even know where to begin!" Harry snarled. "You're so wrong."

We glared at one another for a moment. I saw fire in Harry's eyes. Suddenly, I realized what I'd said. I couldn't deal with Harry being pissed at me. I immediately burst into tears. Harry's infuriated demeanor immediately dissolved into confusion.

I sunk to the floor, sorrow clogging my throat. Tears streamed from my eyes. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to stop the flow of emotions.

"I'm so sorry," I wailed. Harry slid down beside me.

"Angel, I'm so sorry," I sniffed. "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean any of it, I'm just stressed. Of course you've had stress."

I knew my face looked swollen from crying, but I didn't care, I kept crying.

"You were a freaking international rock star at sixteen, you had so much pressure on your shoulders," I wept, clinging to Harry in apology.

"And with the press, and the schedule, and recently with Robin. I was so out of line."

Harry simply wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed. He ran his, large, comforting hands down my back lovingly.

"Love, I know it's hard, but I believe in you," Harry said sweetly. He was always so kind even when I was awful. All I could do was whimper.

"You'll get through it, and I'll be here every step of the way," he said, gently lifting my face up to his.

"You're too good to me," I sniffed.

"I love you so much," Harry said and kissed me deeply.

"I love you too," I said against his lips.