Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

After Fights Moments

The usual peacefully silent mornings where coffee would be poured and smiles would be worn soon shifted into a tense and uncomfortable coffee shop situation where no words were spoken other than our coffee orders and half-asleep thank you's. Shifting past a tired and irritated Y/N was probably the closest I had ever been to walking on egg shells or stepping on fiery bricks; simply put, it was difficult. I had a great problem spending the days in our flat without a conversation sparking us both up and awakening us from our anger fueled silences.

The argument that had taken place two days ago was one I wish I could've stopped all together. My momentary lapse of judgment caused me to shout things I didn't mean to Y/N and caused her to shout similar things back at me. And since that night where our tempers fumed and our hands clenched we haven't spoken a word to each other since. My lack of speaking was out of nerves; I was nervous that Y/N wouldn't want to speak to me so I didn't speak to her. Even though that was just a feeble excuse on my part I abided by it for the duration of the two days. But I was craving the sound of Y/N's voice and I didn't know if I would hear it again if I didn't act on it.

So when Y/N was pouring her coffee into her favorite mug I walked up behind her silently and snaked my arms around her waist. My actions caught her off guard and I could feel her body tense up at my sudden touch, but soon she melted into my grip as she placed the coffee cup down on the counter. 

"I'm sorry," I said softly into her ear and followed the action by pressing a light kiss to the skin under her ear. "I'm an idiot and I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to dump that coffee on my head, but if you do please let it cool down a little bit." I joked, trying to break her silence and it worked. She let out a laugh, a laugh that I've been dying to hear for two days now. She then turned around and faced me, her eyes beaming up at me and a smile tugging on her face.

"I'm sorry too," she said while pressing a kiss to my collarbone. "We're both stubborn idiots and I never want to fight like that ever again and if we do the other has full permission to pour semi-warm coffee on the other's head. Deal?" She said with a small smirk. I laughed and kissed the tip of her nose and agreed.

"Never again," I reassured her.