Harry Styles Imagines

Past 11- 6.1

Your POV

I finally entered Harry and I's apartment, sluggishly dragging my tired body with me. My boss had been so crazy today because he really wanted the last page of editing done by me,  so I stayed late to do so.

"Where have you been? It's past 11." I heard a voice, presuming Harry. I couldn't tolerate him tonight, he's been doing this for the past week now and I'm fed up.

"Work." I mumbled dropping my handbag on the sofa next to him. He continued to stare at me so I decided to stare back.

"You're lying." He accused standing up. I rolled my eyes and turned to leave for the stairs until her grabbed my wrist and swung me around.

"What!" I shouted getting angry. His grip on me tightened but I managed to yank it out from him.

"I see. That's why you've been so suspicious." He hissed at me. "You're going out there to find yourself a new fuck boy right?"

"Excuse me?!"

"You heard me. You think you can cheat on me right?"

"Fuck off Harry." I spat turning around to leave before this argument got any further.

"Slut." He mumbled under his breath, loud enough for me to hear. My jaw locked as I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Oh, I'm the slut? You tell me something Mr.perfect. Weren't you the one who was fucking a new girl every night, weren't you the one who slept with your own cousin, weren't you the one who drugged a g-" I stopped immediately when his hand tightly gripped onto my jaw. His was clenched and he looked so pissed.

"I never slept with my cousin bitch, or drugged anyone. Where the fuck are you getting this from!" He shouted angrily.

"I don't care. You're just a manwhore who goes around getting girls pregnant right? And you know what? Maybe I should go out and find me a new fuck boy because you're obviously not worth my time." I snapped, shoving his hand off my jaw but he kept it tightly secured.

"Don't ever talk to me like that or else."

"Or else what? You're gonna drug me too and force me to have sex with you? I don't think so. Bitch." I returned. This time I succeeded in taking his hand off my face. I took my bag and headed to our bedroom, shutting the door and locking it. There was no way I would let him sleep in here with his temper.

This has to be the worst fight we had ever had. Absolute worst. We had never called each other such terrible things before. Only now was i realising that this fight could end our relationship.

I stared at blankly at the wall, thinking about what just occurred downstairs. I'd admit I was way out of line but the things he said and accused me of hurt like hell. I finally stood up, took a shower and changed into my pyjamas. I laid in the bed, feeling a little lonely but I didn't need him. He made me so pissed and I don't know if I can ever look at him the same way.

I unlocked my phone and went on Twitter, just scrolling through feed. Nothing really interested me as I responded to some fans. I began to feel thirsty so I walked out of the bedroom and tiptoed into the kitchen. As I switched on the light, I saw the dining table covered with dishes and blown out candles. There were rose petals laying across it.

Had he done all this for me? I turned around and walked into the lounge room but he wasn't there, then proceeded into the theatre room where I could just see his figure laying on the couch. I switched the light on and was taken by surprise when the room was designed, covered in pillows and blankets and food on the ground, lights hanging from the wall and the curtains.

What was this?