Harry Styles Imagines

Fight (Personal)

A/N:A personal imagine for claude12345 i hope you like it and i hope it's the same way you wanted it. Thanks 4 requesting. Xx

I hope you guys get encouraged to do so too. All the love. Xx

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The door slammed shut as Harry walked in. It's 4:12 am.

Fucking 4 in the morning, the sun about to come out.

And this has been the same story being repeated for the past week.

"Where the hell have you been?" You ask him, standing at the bottom of the staircase with your arms folded to your chest.

"Why are you still awake? It's pretty late." He replied hanging his keys on a hanger placed on the wall.

"First, you don't answer me with a question. Second, I hope that you really realized that it's pretty late. And third, you don't change the subject and you ANSWER properly, where have you been?"

"It's not your business, Claude." He passed by you, climbing the stairs to your bedroom.

"It's not my business?" You scoffed. "Harry, im your girlfriend, I worry about you, and I think that I have the right to know where you go all day and night then come back at 4 or 3 in the morning! This is not nor-"

"SHUT UP!"

His loud scream, cut you off, making you jump. He seemed pretty pissed right now, which reminded you to stay quiet and calm not to add fuel to the fire, or else it will burn everything that comes in its way.

"I was... stating... the truth," You spoke calmly and slowly, not to make him angrier, left hand rubbing on the side of your neck out of instinct.
"I don't need your fucking truth, and if you can't cope with me and my life then you can leave straight out of this door," He yelled, pointing his finger at the door infront of him, but behind you.

At this point you've had enough, he can't be kicking you out of your house and you just stand there saying and doing nothing.

"Are you asking me to leave?" You narrowed your eyes at him, voice lower than a yell by a bit.

"In case you forgot, this is my house too, and don't you ever forget your limits Harry!" Now this was a yell.

"You know what? Im sick... of everything. Just, just leave me alone because your routine and daily bullshit are making me wanna pour my guts out. You're such a boring person to be around. No fun, no new things, nothing! Just the same old shit but a different day. You don't do anything but nag, nag, NAG!!! And you know what else, im done, im so done with this disgusting life and I want you out of it!"

There it came. He finally blew in your face, letting everything he's been keeping for himself this past week out. The reason of him being away and getting home late, just not to be around you, not to do the same boring activities that got him seeking a change. Seeking something... different.

And that one speech he yelled at you, got your heart sinking down to your feet, breaking into million pieces. The hurt you felt, the humiliation, the feeling in your heart as if someone is pinching it, all got you wondering...

Is this the Harry I fell in love with?

Did he really think that of me?

Am I really that boring and unfun?

How come I never felt his discomfort while I 'nag' him?

How come I never knew he was bored because he seemed fine with everything?