Harry styles imagines

Finally home

A/N: first imagine. OMG haha. Vote/comment please :)
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It's been four months since the last time I saw Harry and I've missed him so much. He came back home two weeks ago, but instead of him running up to me and giving me a passionate longing kiss, I was greeted with a small tired smile and a hello.

I can't say that I wasn't a little disappointed, but I couldn't help but be grateful just to be able to see his beautiful green eyes in real life. That didn't last very long either. He fell asleep the moment he sat in the car and went straight to bed when we got home. I understood, obviously he was exhausted, he had just come back from his world tour. So I just let him sleep and did my own thing until he would wake up.

I didn't think he would sleep for very long though. I was horribly wrong. For the first week he was back, he didn't do anything but sleep and eat. I'm relatively sure that he only showered twice during the whole week.

At that point, I was annoyed and very disappointed. I practically hadn't spoken to him and he hadn't even kissed me yet. I tried not to be selfish so I pushed it away. It couldn't stay that way forever.

I was right about that. When he finally got up I was so excited and couldn't wait to do all the things that I had been waiting to do since I picked him up from the airport.
But I didn't expect what came next.

*flashback*

I'm sitting on the couch flipping through random channels when I hear footsteps moving down the stairs. Harry comes down fully dressed and looking wide awake.
I can't help the wide smile that takes over my face to finally see him up.

"Hey, you're awake," I say happily.

"Yeah, I finally have some energy back," Harry laughs,"anyway I'll be back home later, bye." He began to head towards the door while my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach.

"Wait," I say flustered and stand up, "where are you going?"

"Just out with some mates I haven't seen in a while," he says while pulling his coat off the hanger, "I'll be back soon, love you." He walks out the door without even looking back and leaving me standing all alone.

I can feel tears pricking in the back of my eyes. I can't believe that his first day really back he decides to spend it with some mates instead of his girlfriend. I know he missed his friends but why can't he just spend one day with me before. That's all I want, is to finally feel like he is back.

I'm just hoping tomorrow will be a better day.

*flashback over*

Of course that night he didn't come back until really late and then went straight to bed. I was okay the first day, but it's been a week and I just feel so alone. I haven't done anything in hopes that he will want to stay here with me, but he hasn't. At first I was just sad, but now I'm pissed. It's been two weeks and all he's done is go out with his mates and ignore me.

I'm not just going to sit here like one of those girls. I'm going to go out with my friends if I want. It's not like he's going to notice if I'm gone.

I'm sitting on the couch texting my friend.

*hey you wanna do somethin?* I text me best friend.

*yeah let's meet up at the mall*

*alright see u there in 20*

*see yaaaa. :p*

I put my phone down and look up to see Harry walking down the stairs in his pajamas.

"Hey babe," he smiles at me and plops down on the couch next to me. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close while he presses his lips to my cheek. He lets them linger for a bit. I can't help the feeling of joy and relief that comes to me just from being in his arms.

He brings my legs over his lap and nuzzles his head into my neck. He looks so adorable and cuddly. I can't keep the small smile off my face. I run my fingers through his hair, causing him to hum silently.

We sit together like this for a while before I remember that I have plans with [Y/F/N]

I gently move his head off and he groans.

"Why'd you move," Harry complains.

I don't respond, I just pick up my phone and check the time. I have 10 minutes to get to the mall.

"I'm just gonna go out for a bit," I tell Harry and move over to grab my car keys.

"What? Why?" Harry says slightly annoyed.

"Because I have a right to see my friends Harry. Just like you do," I say a bit too harshly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He snaps.

"Nothing," I grumble, "I'll just see you later."

"Wait," Harry says coming closer to me, "but I wanted to spend the day with you."

"Well I have plans."

"But I just came back from tour and I missed you," he says with a small pout.

"Did you?" I say and clench my fist slightly, "cause you've been back for two weeks and it doesn't really seem like it."

"Oh come on [Y/N] it was a really long tour and I was tired. I thought you understood that."

"I do, and I respected that, but what about last week huh?" I snap at him, "you didn't seem to care too much that I was right in front of you. You just wanted to go see your mates and party. I stupidly waited for you but now I'm done. I'm not just gonna sit here and wait for you all the time. I have a life too."

"[Y/N] please, I just wanted to see them for a bit but they always kept me out. I missed you so much," he says and walks closer to me.

"Well that doesn't really matter now, does it. I'm going out," I say and begin to turn towards the door again.

"No you're not," Harry grumbles and crosses his arms like a child.

"Excuse me?" I snap.

"I said you're not going. I want to spend the day with you."

"You had two weeks for that!" I yell, "you can't just come here and tell me where I can and can't go."

"Well I'm sorry that I was on tour! You don't need to be so damn clingy!"

"I am not clingy! I've been giving you you're space for two weeks now! I'm trying to give you space now and do my own thing! But you think you can control me! But guess what! You can't! You're not my father!"

He just stands there with his fist clenched with blazing eyes staring back at me.

"Just because I missed you doesn't make me clingy," I say lowering my voice. His shoulders drop and his fist unclench.

"Look I'm sorry [Y/N], but I'm here now."

"You haven't even kissed me yet," I say, my voice becoming weaker. I hate how much this small fact affects me but it does. I just missed him so much and I don't understand why it was so difficult just to even give me a goodnight kiss.

He looks like he's in thought when he looks back at my face with tears in my eyes. When he finally realizes the truth I can tell he feels really guilty. We both stay silent for a while before I decide I should go.

I open the door and rush out quickly. I text [Y/F/N] and tell her to just go to her apartment instead. I was in no mood to be out in public.