One Direction Preferences and Imagines

Harry imagine - Under pressure (requested)

This imagine is for Mackenzie or @skinny-narry ( http://lovely-little-darling.tumblr.com ) who requested via tumblr! Hope you like it!! x

The door slams shut and you stand from the sofa to see what's going on. You walk into the front hall to see Harry kicking off his shoes and putting away his keys, all the while shaking his head. His jaw is clenched and his hands are balled into fists.

"Harry?" You ask quietly, your arms folded over your chest as you watch him.

He looks up at you and fakes a smile before making his way over to you, giving you a peck on the lips.

"Hey, babe," he smiles again, but it's no use. You know it's forced and you know something is wrong.

You look up into his green eyes, seeing the conflict behind their vivid color. His grin falters the longer you look at him and he shifts awkwardly on his feet, pushing a hand through his curls.

"Is there a reason we're standing here, Mackenzie?" He chuckles, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm waiting for you to tell me what's wrong," you state simply and Harry furrows his eyebrows.

Immediately his smile fades and he crosses his arms over his chest defensively. You can tell he's trying his best to keep calm, and you know it's only for your sake. Whenever there's something wrong he tries his best to keep it from you until he's dealt with it on his own. He doesn't like you to worry about him, he thinks it's too much pressure on you and wants to keep you happy. But you know better.

"Why would there be anything wrong? I just got home," he says flatly.

You sigh, uncrossing his arms and putting them around you waist while you rest your around his neck. Harry takes a deep breath and his face softens at the contact.

"When will you realize that I know you and that there's no use in lying to me?" You say softly and he presses his lips together, looking down. "You can tell me anything, that's why I'm here. It's part of my job as your girlfriend to be here for you and I always will be, Harry."

He sighs, his eyes meeting yours again. You know he's only trying to keep you out of the lime light and the trouble that comes with him being in a band, but you could care less. You love him and he's your only concern.

"Please talk to me," you whisper, running your fingers lightly through his curls.

He swallows, looking past you at the wall behind you, his features hardening.

"You don't know what it's like to be under the microscope every second of your life," he says quietly. "Everything I do is questioned... flipped around to make something out of nothing. Apparently I'm a womanizer and I'm gay, how does that even make sense?"

You can see his eyes glossing over and hear the frustrated and angry edge in his voice. You give him a soft smile and wrap your arms tighter around him, waiting until he says more.

"I hate it, you have no idea how hard it is to live a normal life when you're constantly having to think about how each decision you make will affect your career. If I take a stupid picture in an Indian chief's hat because come on, when are you ever going to get to where one of those, suddenly I'm purposely being disrespectful and being racist. I'm on TV and in newspapers all around the world for one picture. Nothing is private, everything is big news."