Nicole,
I'm very sorry for taking so long to write your imagines. I haven't been writing much lately and I've just been lagging behind on updating. I know you said you're bipolar, but I'm not sure how that actually works. Yes, I know what bipolar disorder is and I know how people that are bipolar act, but if I get something wrong, like a moodswing, please don't be offended. Plus, this is all just fictional so please don't be offended by anything mean 'Harry' says. :--) enjoy!
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"I just don't think it's right for you to say something like that to me." I said calmly, trying not to start an argument.
"You're so stupid, I'll say what I want to say to you!" Harry shouted, standing up. I followed his actions.
"Please, Harry, let's not argue tonight." I said with a soft voice.
"Oh don't start with me!" He shouted again.
All of this started because of him. He said I have mood swings too often. Well, I can't help it.. No, I haven't told Harry about my bipolar disorder.
I think the word disorder wouldn't be the right word. I'm not crazy or disordered, I just have a mental... I don't know, but it's not a bad thing.
"Start what?" I raised my voice to match his.
"Don't act all innocent and calm now! In two minutes you'll be snapping and yelling at me and we both know it! Your mood swings are freaking messed up!" Harry waved his hands around in the air.
"Harry!" I shouted, sadness laced with my anger. "You can't blame me!"
Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, you're probably just on your damn period. I thought those things only lasted like a week? Obviously yours lasts more than that!"
I felt a lump growing in my throat. How dare he make fun of me?
"Listen, Harry, you have no right to make fun of me, okay? I just can't control my emotions sometimes, and.. And, well I'm sorry, but you'll just have to deal with it if you want to be with me." I crossed my arms, my lips forming a small pout.
"Well I'm done dealing with it." Harry said quietly. Wait is he..
"We're done, Nicole." Harry's quiet voice echoed in my ears, over and over.
"What? Why?" I asked slowly, trying to connect the dots.
"Learn how to control your bitchy mood swings and then we'll talk." Harry growled before angrily picking up his coat and leaving.
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Harry's POV
I've not done much except lay around the past few weeks really. It's so much different now that I can't just call up Nicole, or go to her house and hang out with her. Of course I love her, it's just, these mood swings... They really get to me sometimes.
But she says she can't control it. Wow, she really just doesn't know how to take responsibilities for her actions, does she?
"Harrrrrrryy!" Gemma, my sister, sang as she sat down beside me.
"Hey." I replied quietly.
"Something bothering ya?" Gem asked, looking at her phone.
"Eh." I shrugged. "I don't know." Yes I do, I miss Nicole.
"Hey, you said you and Nicole broke up right?" She asked, I nodded.
"Why?" I took her phone out of her hands, seeing a photo of Nicole and a small article written about her.
"Well, it doesn't really matter now, does it?" Gemma grinned, taking her phone back.
"What was that about?" I asked, pointing to her screen.
"It's just an article about Nicole in a magazine I saw in the store today. It was just talking about her bipolar disorder is all."
Huh?
"What are you talking about?" I asked, taking her phone and reading the article.
'Nicole, the girlfriend, or should we say ex-girlfriend of Harry Styles, pop superstar. We have recently found out about Nicole's bipolar disorder when a secret source spilled the secrets. Te secret source also gave us some juicy details about the break-up, which left Nicole devastated, and details about Nicole's life as Harry's girlfriend. Read on to find out.'
What? No, Nicole isn't bipolar. She would have told me, wouldn't she?
"Gemma, are you sure this is true? I mean, magazines are always making up stories and-"
"Harry, the secret source was her councilor. Yup, he sold a big story to them. He talked about Nicole being bipolar and refusing to take meds for it, and he also said you dumped her because of her mood swings. He made you seem like a total douche. But I know not to believe that."
I sighed, shaking my head. "No, Gemma, I am a douche."
Gemma looked confused as I stood up, quickly walking towards the door.
"I'll be back soon." I said, leaving. I'm going to get my girl back no matter what it takes.
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Nicole's POV
"He sold a freaking story to a magazine company?!" I shouted over the phone at my mother.
"Yes, Nicole, and there's nothing we can do now." I scoffed.
"Sue the poor excuse of a man! We have a contract stating he has to keep everything we talk about a secret! He told the whole freaking world what I told him yesterday during our session!"
I heard a click, the door opening.
"Mom, I'll call you back." I hung up the phone and watched as the door opened, and in came Harry.
Man, have I missed him. But I know he hasn't missed me.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" I asked, playing with my fingernails.
"Is it true? What the magazine said?" He asked, coming closer to me.
I hesitated, but soon answered. "Yeah."
He sighed, closing his eyes and slightly shaking his head.
"I'm so sorry." Harry whispered, grabbing my hand, but I pulled it away.
"You can't just say sorry and expect me to fall back into your arms." I said, much sass in my tone.
"Nicole, I love you. I'm sorry, okay? I was a jerk, an ass, but I didn't know you were.. You know, bipolar. Why didn't you tell me?"
I was scared.
"It just never came up."
"Well, I understand everything now. And, if you take me back, I could help you. I'll be here for you through everything. I'll never judge you again, okay? Just please forgive me. All of the things I said before, it was stupid. You're not stupid, I am. You're not annoying or bitchy- I am. Please just-"
I cut him off my pressing my lips to his. That shut up him real quick.
Harry's large hands grabbed my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were stuck together. One of my hands cupped his cheek and the other held onto his bicep.
We broke away from the kiss, breathlessly, just like we used to.
"I forgive you. Just, shut up and kiss me." I whispered against Harry's lips, which made him smile and put pressure back into our kiss.
