One Direction Preferences

Harry - He snaps at you

“Hey babe! Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?” I ask my boyfriend Harry over the phone.

He’s still busy recording at the studio and I thought it would be good for us to go do something since this entire week has been quite rough on him.

“No thanks, babe. I just want to come home and sleep.” Harry says and I can tell he’s had another bad day.

“Oh. Okay then. I’ll see you tonight.” I sadly say.

“Hmm. I love you.” He says and hangs up after I said it back.

I hate when he has a bad day. Harry always keeps his emotions bottled up because he’s afraid of upsetting other people but some days I can tell it just gets too much…

The new album has put all of them under stress and I guess it has finally gotten to Harry.

I spend the rest of my day cleaning the house and doing the laundry while listening to music.

Time flies by and soon I hear Harry’s keys rattling in the front door.

“Hey, Haz.” I say, rushing over to give him a hug. He barely hugs back so I step back and worriedly watch his features.

“Are you okay?” I softly ask, placing a hand on his upper arm.

He weakly nods and pushes past me, walking to our bedroom. I sigh and go to the kitchen to start on dinner.

Once dinner is finished, I dish up two plates and place them on the table before walking to our bedroom to tell Harry that dinner is ready.

I slowly push open our closed bedroom door to find Harry lying on his side of the bed, sleeping on his back.

I debate whether or not to wake him but eventually decide to wake him. He hasn’t eaten well the past few days, often skipping one or two meals a day because he’s too busy.

“Haz?” I softly whisper, placing my hand on his stomach.

“Haz?” I say a little bit louder but he still doesn’t wake up.

“Harry? Dinner is ready.” I say once again and finally his eyes flutter.

“Babe, I’m sorry to wake you but dinner’s ready. I made your favorite.” I say, running a hand through his curly hair.

“I’m not hungry.” He mumbles before turning on his side, facing away from me.

“C’mon, please just eat with me. You’ve barely eaten anything the past few days. You need a decent meal, Haz.” I say, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to eat. Please just let me sleep.” He says, a little louder but I decide not to back down.

“I can bring your food here and then you can sleep but you need to eat, Harry. I understand that your stressed and tired but please? I worry about you.” I say, hoping he will finally eat.

“I’m not fucking hungry! Stop trying to baby me. I will eat if I want to eat. I am tired now and all you’re doing is stressing me out more. Just fuck off and let me sleep.” He angrily snaps.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper before walking downstairs, softly closing the bedroom door before a few tears make their way down my cheeks.

I was only trying to help.

After leaving our bedroom, I go to the kitchen to tidy up and do the dishes.

When the dishes are done I’m not even hungry anymore so I scrape my food into the bin. My vision get’s blurred by tears again so I wipe my eyes and place Harry’s untouched plate of food in the microwave so he can eat it later if he wants to.