Harry Styles Imagines

06- Jealous

"Why do we have to leave?" I ask Harry, getting frustrated because I was enjoying myself and wasn't ready to leave this party.

"You're fucking flirting with that guy over there and practically all over him. I'm not dumb y/n!" Harry snaps at me while holding my wrist tightly and walking out the back door.

"What the hell?" I pause for a moment, looking Harry in the eyes. "We've been together for two years and you think I would ever consider cheating or flirting with another guy? What is wrong with you?" I ask him, confused that he would think that low of me.

He just stares at me and pulls me to the car.

The whole ride home was silent. Tears rolling down my face. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night but here we are, fighting. Something that we hardly ever do.

I could tell Harry has been under more pressure because of work but it's no excuse for him to be acting like this towards me. He knew I would never look at another guy the same way I look at him. He Is my everything.

We pull into the driveway at home and he gets out of the car not looking at me, obviously still mad at me for no reason.

"Are we going to talk about this or-" I get cut off by Harry's lips on mine.

"I'm sorry. I was just being really jealous but promise never to do that again babe?"

"Promise." I said with a smile. Happy that he wasn't mad at me.

"Let's go to bed, I'm exhausted." He said walking to the  bedroom.

"Okay." I follow behind him.