harry styles imagines

please don't hurt me

a quick notice before you begin reading this story-

****THIS IS UNLIKE ANYTHING IVE EVER WRITTEN, AND IT WAS V HARD TO WRITE THIS STORY. DO NOT LET ANYBODY TREAT YOU THIS WAY, IT IS NOT OKAY WHATSOEVER. PLEASE BE SAFE, I LOVE YOU ALL.**** abuse hotline number- 1-800-799-7233. (also I am not trying to make abuse seem like a normal/romantic thing, because it is not. at all!!) if you or someone you know is being abused, please get help/ get them help safely. nobody deserves to go through this.

(also would just like to bring up that harry is 10000% not like this in real life and we all know that, I just came up w this idea randomly and decided to make it into a story, he's a little sugar cookie beautiful boy and we all know that)

<Harry's pov>

"Fuck!" I screamed, throwing my plate across the kitchen, making my girlfriend Julia scream, and begin to cry. "H-harry, please stop," she said, only making me madder as I slammed my fist down on the table, making it shake. "This meal tastes like fucking shit! Why can't you ever just make something good? Why can't you ever do anything right?" I screamed at her. I was so mad, she made me so fucking mad, I wouldn't have to hurt her and yell at her if she just learned how to do things correctly. She started crying harder as I walked towards her, taking steps backwards as I came closer, trapping her in the corner. She put her hands over her face, as if she was afraid that I would hit her, only making me want to more. How dare she fucking think like that? I grabbed her hands and moved them away from her face, capturing them both in my large hand, and holding them above her head. I pushed my body against hers roughly, making her squeal quietly. "You know I don't like hurting you, right Jules? You just make me so mad sometimes, you really do," I told her, loving it when she was afraid of me. It was so much easier to get her to do what I wanted when she was scared.  I ran my other hand across her cheek softly, before removing it, and replaced my delicate touch with a hard slap against the side of her face, making her scream. "Shut the fuck up, or I swear to god I'll do it again twice as hard, do you hear me?" I asked her, looking her in the eyes as tears poured out of hers. She was responseless, making me grip her wrists tighter, growling lowly in her ear, "I said,  do you hear me?" I asked her again, trying to control my anger. "Y-yes, yes, I do Harry, I'm sorry. I'll make sure its better next time, I promise," she said, trying to seem unafraid. "You're scared of me, aren't you?" I asked her, already knowing that she was. She shook her head and denied it, like I knew she would. I let her wrists go, as they immedietly fell down to her sides, seeing bruises on them from where I held them. "Go upstairs," I told her as she nodded her head quickly, running up the stairs as fast as she could, making me chuckle even though it wasn't very funny. I didn't want to hurt her, it wasn't  like I enjoyed hurting her either, I just didn't know how to express myself and my anger, and she listened to me when I was mad. I knew it was wrong, and I instantly felt bad, knowing that our friends would hate me if they found out what I had been doing to her. I never hit her too bad, and I never did anything to her sexually that she didn't want me to do, I wasn't that fucking disgusting. I walked up the stairs, towards our bedroom, hearing her cry inside, making me feel bad again. "Fuck," I said to myself before opening the door, making her stop crying and move towards the other side of the room. I loved it when she was scared of me, it made me feel like I had power, but I hated why she was scared of me, if that makes sense. "Baby?" I called to her, making her look up at me slowly, still noticably afraid of me. "I'm so sorry, please believe me. I feel so bad, please, don't hate me or be mad at me, please. I love you," I told her as I walked closer to her, pushing her against the wall softly, in comparison to the way I pushed her against it only moments earlier. My hands fiddled with the bottom of her shirt, lifting it over her head as she looked down, not making eye contact with me. I placed my hand underneath her chin, lifting her face up so she would look at me. "Please... Jules... I love you so much, fuck, please don't be afraid of me right now, please, I will make it up to you, I promise," I begged her, desperately. "I-I know, Harry. I-I understand," she said quietly as I began to kiss down her neck, knowing that she couldn't resist me, and I was correct, when I heard her soft moans in my ear, making me suck on her neck, trying to make up for my previous actions. "H-harry, H-harry," she whimpered in my ear, making my jeans grow tight at the sound of her begging for me. "Fuck," I breathed out, before gripping her thighs and carrying her over to the bed,  getting on top of her. I kept sucking on her neck, knowing that it drove her crazy as her hands pulled at the curls on my head, making me groan at how good it felt. "I-I love you, Jules" I panted as she lifted her hips up to meet mine, making me grow even more above her. "I-I k-know," she whispered, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. "Fuck, I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby, I promise, okay?" She nodded, and I vowed to do everything I could to make her feel good again.