Harry Styles Imagines

Problems

I've been married to Harry for a whole year now. I was so happy he was all mine. Although, he's changed slightly since the first days. He used to bring me flowers when he got home on, make a candlelit dinner,  say cute little things to me. He nows goes out with friends at night, works a lot and just lazes around the house with just boxers on. It annoys me now. I loved him so much but I don't know how long I can take it. "Harry," I said. "Yeah," he said. "Can I talk to you?" I asked. "Uh, yeah, sure," he said. We both took a seat on the sofa, facing each other. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Have I done something?" I asked. "What do you mean, you've done nothing?" he asked. "You just don't try as much anymore," I said. "What are you on about?" he asked. "It's obvious," I said. "Oh because you put everything into," he said. "At least I get changed in the mornings, make dinner every night, clean the house and I do your laundry. I stay home while you're out with friends. Do you know how effortless you are now?" I exclaimed. "You're talking a load of shit," he said. "No, I'm not. I'm speaking the complete truth," I said, getting up. "I still try my hardest to please you and you don't accept any of it," he said. "Like what?" I asked. "I married you, I got you this big house, I sleep with you every night, I kiss you in the morning," he said. "Don't you remember what you used to do?" I asked. "Oh please tell me," he said. "Bring me flowers, cook dinner while you're all dressed up with candles, you'd stay at home most nights and watch a film with me," I said. "The marriage wasn't enough for you?" he asked. "Of course it was," I said. "So what's the problem?" he asked. "When was the last time we had sex?" I asked. "I don't know," he said. "Exactly. You do nothing. I can't even deal with you anymore," I said, running my fingers through my hair. "So you want a divorce?" he asked. "I never said that. I just need a little space. If you want me, I'll be upstairs," I said. I walked upstairs, completely mad. I laid on the bed. For the next few weeks, we fought almost every night. In the end, I started staying at my best friends house. "Do you know what you need?" Amy asked. "What?" I asked. "Marriage counselling," she said. "That's not necessary," I said. "And if you don't, you'll just keep fighting and it will soon lead into an unwanted divorce," she said. After lots of persuasions, I agreed to the marriage counselling. 'Marriage counselling' I texted Harry. 'What?' he asked. 'We're just going to fighting. We may as well try it out'

'Fine. We can go tomorrow'

'I'll be home around half 6'

'Fine but fighting is the last thing that will happen. I actually can't be bothered'

We got to the marriage counselling the next day. "Mr and Mrs Styles" Dr Cooper called. We got up and went into his office. We sat down in front of his desk. "So, what's the problem?" he asked. "Harry doesn't do anything anymore which keeps leading to fights," I said honestly. "It's complete bullshit," Harry said. "Mr Styles, please," Dr Cooper said. Harry slumped into his chair. "I just wish he'd get back into being the romantic man I fell in love with," I said. "Ok, Mr Styles," Dr Cooper said. "I try so hard to please her. I don't want all my time wasted because my wife wants all of my attention 24/7," Harry said, sitting up. "She has a name," I said. "Mrs Styles," Dr Cooper said. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "From day one, I tried hard to please her. I need some time to myself," he said. "Ok, so from what I'm hearing, you two are struggling with communication and teamwork. I think the best way to get back on track is to do some activities together. Maybe you could start out with a date, no phones, go out for dinner or something. Just the two of you," he said. We agreed. The next night, Harry had planned a dinner at the restaurant we first met at. I thought that was pretty sweet. I picked out a nice dress. I struggled to zip it up. "Harry," I said. "Yeah?" he asked. "Could I have a little help?" I asked. He walked over and zipped it up as I held my hair at the front. "Do you still love me?" he asked. I turned around to look at him. "Of course I do," I said. "Ok," he said. "Are you the same?" I asked. "I am. It's just difficult at the moment," he said.

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(A/N) I will be doing a part 2

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