Harry Styles Imagines

Past 11- 6.2

I stared at his figure and shook him but he continued to ignore me. I knew he wasn't asleep. He never slept after we had a fight.

I continued to shake him until he finally opened his eyes. They were red and a little watery.

"...Harry."

"What? You here to tell me you're leaving me and that I fucked up? Save it cause I already know." He mumbled under his breath.

"No, I'm not. What's all this?" I asked referring to the setup in the room. He rolled his eyes and stood up, his figure much taller than mine.

"What's all this? This is me getting out of work earlier than I should of, just for you. I knew you would have a long day so I thought I would do something sweet for my girlfriend but clearly she didn't give a shit." He stated, in a more clam voice than I thought.

Way to make me feel guilty Styles.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked in a soft voice. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

"That's the point of a surprise right?"

I sighed myself and ran a hand through my damp hair.  "I know we said some pretty nasty stuff out there." I mumbled, looking into his tear stained eyes.

"Did you really mean it?" He whimpered as his eyes got glossy again. "Thinking that I slept with Clara, drugging women and being a manwhore?" A tear finally slipped from his eyes which broke my heart.

"Did you mean it when you called me a bitch and thought that I was sleeping with another man?" I asked softly, wiping the tear from his eyes.

He gave me a sympathetic look and shook his head. "Ofcourse not. I guess I was just insecure because you've been spending so much time out rather than with me so I thought I-I wasn't g-good enough for you." He whispered. The tears flowed one after another from his eyes. I knew he was a little sensitive sometimes but not once did he ever allow me to see him cry.

"Harry..." I whispered as I slipped my arms around his waist as he followed my actions on me.

"I didn't mean any of the things i said. I was just angry. You know I would never mean anything I said. You're more that enough for me; you're this wonderfully charming, cheeky, sexy and sensitive man I'm proud to call my boyfriend." I reassured, pressing my face into his chest. He brought my body closer to him if possible as we just hugged on the spot.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" I responded releasing from the hug but keeping our arms around each other.

"I love you, you know that right? I don't want what happened between us to affect our future in a negative way. You're everything to me." He rambled, kissing my forehead.

"I know you do. And I love you too. More than anything." I whispered. We brought our faces together and kissed, in one of the most passionate ways ever.

"Can I come back to our bed now?" He whined, lifting me up bridal style. I rolled my eyes and nodded as we made our way to our bedroom.

"Make up sex?"

"No."

"Hmm, worth a shot." He chuckled as he flopped me into the bed.

"Love you." I laughed, getting myself cosy.

"mhm, you too, beauty,"

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A sweet ending to a terrible fight.

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-Mimel xx