Fighting with Harry would be rough and heated and exhausting. His voice would crack as he raised it over yours, trying to force you to understand his point of view. You’d retreat in silence, tears welling in your eyes as you’d stare him down and shake your head. His eyes would brood as he looked away from you, trying to contain his flashing anger before restating his argument. You’d throw your hands up and order him to stop, not wanting to hear any more. He’d yell that he didn’t want to fight, he just wanted you to understand, and you’d rush out the door, trying to hide your hurt so he wouldn’t see how weak you really were, even though you knew he already did. You’d try to avoid him for the rest of the day, but he wouldn’t be able to handle it and would constantly try to make things work out. Eventually, you’d cave and agree to talk with him as long as he wouldn’t raise his voice, and he’d agree as long as you’d hear him out. No matter how the conversation ended after that, you knew it would be alright. Even though you fought, you always worked it out, and were thankful that Harry was so intentional to make sure you did.
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Harry Styles Imagines/Blurbs
FanfictionOrdered from newest to oldest (contrary to normal Wattpad order), so if you're looking for the newly published imagines, check chapter one<3
