Hariana Imagines

He Hurts Her

warning: SAD IMAGINE. I know Harry would never do this, in fact, he would never even hurt a fly. I just wrote this because it got requested. So, if you don't like this, then simply don't read it.

Song for imagine: 5 Am by Amber Run

Ariana painfully woke up, finding herself on the living room floor in the corner. The thoughts of last night brings warm tears to her eyes, her eyes already swollen from crying hereslf to sleep like every other night.

She slowly gets up, wincing at the pain she felt from her arms and legs. This was a routine for her: she wakes up, cleans the floor that has the smallest bit of blood on it - the amount of blood increasing each time, cleaning herself up, making him breakfast before he goes out to the world that only see the positivity and purity he radiances, when in reality, he's the complete opposite, covering her scars and bruises with makeup, and getting ready to lie to everyone with a fake smile and a forced laugh everyday of her life as if everything in her life was perfect. At least that's what everyone thinks, what Harry wants everyone to think. Every night there is a new bruise and scar added to her delicate body, and new tears shreded. She didn't want her life to become like this, she thought that she would be happy with him, and that he would love her the right way. But instead, she becomes weaker with each punch, kick, slap, anything he can hurt her with. She wish she could just leave and never look back, but she knows it's impossible with all the cameras around the house.

She always thinks to herself "what happened to them?", "what did she do to make him hate her?", "what did she do to deserve this?"

Always left without an answer.

She just lays on her bed, crying into her hands, knowing that's the only option she has.

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It's the night again, and Harry will be back any second now, meaning she has to prepare herself for all the harsh things he will say to her, and all the pain her body will feel once again.

She winced once she heard the door slam closed. She trudged downstairs, because if she didn't come down herself, he'd drag her by her hair himself. She hid behind the staircase, poking her head out to see what was happening since he hadn't called out her name like he usually did.

It was Harry, with another woman. Their lips were smashing against one another in a heavy make out session, grabbing at whatever they desired without a care in the world, as they quickly undressed themselves.

She didn't react as she wasn't shocked to see this, it wasn't the first time this has happened, that he had brought a random girl home. She could her eyes watering, a few tears making their way down her face. It wasn't the fact that he was with another woman that hurt her, more so the fact that this was her life that brought her so much sorrow. This was the life that she was dealing with, and at the moment it didn't feel like anything would change anytime soon.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, wondering how foolish she was to fall for the idea of a perfect relationship he promised her once. She parted her lips to catch her breathe, the pressure building in her throat from the noises of how broken she felt wanting to escape, but a strangled sob came out instead. Her eyes shot open in shock at how loud it was, covering her mouth with her hand as fast as she could in order to stop it from echoing against the walls for them to hear. She knew if she interrupted, it would only make it that much worse tonight, and so she silently hoped they hadn't heard it.

Too late.

The mystery brunette pulled back in surprise, her eyes opening to notice Ariana. Ariana tried to back away into the nearest room, hoping the woman wouldn't question anything and just go back to pleasing and distracting him.