Harry Styles Imagines

He Forgets Your Birthday

You wake up to Harry rummaging through his dresser, flinging clothes onto the carpeted bedroom floor.

You sit up in the bed, Harry turns towards you but then quickly goes back to searching for clothes.

It's your birthday. 23 years. And he didn't even wish you happy birthday.

"Have you seen that dark blue shirt?"

He asks you.

You shake your head no.

"Dammit." He says underneath his breath.

"Why do you need it?"

"We have a meeting with the label. Ive been telling you this for at least a week." He sounds ticked off at you.

After searching for a little longer, he eventually just pulls on a black shirt.

You sit on the corner of the bed.

This has to be some kind of joke right? Harry would never forget your birthday.

"Oh. I thought...Never mind." You trail off.

He looks up from tying a pair of dress shoes.

"What?" He asks.

You forgot my birthday and you're being an asshole.

"Nothing." You snap at him.

You thought he'd have a breakfast in bed planned, but he's not even going to be here for your birthday.

He begins to leave the bedroom, but you stop him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You ask him.

He turns towards you. He walks towards the bed you occupy.

"You're right."

At first you think he was going to kiss you, but instead he reaches around you and grabs his phone.

"See you later. The boys and I are hanging out later, then getting drinks, so don't wait up for me."

Before you can even open your mouth, he's out the door.