Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: in which Harry tries to make amends with his wife and kids.
word count: 5.3k
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"What the fuck are you on about, exactly?" Harry snarled. You could tell that he was raging by the vein that popped out in his neck. Harry had come a long way of controlling his temper so it was rare for you to witness him in that state. A little part of you was scared but you didn't let it show.
"Not once I ever said a word whenever you're being a dick to me because I know that you're just overwhelmed with work. You're stretched too thin. I know that you're stressed but you just crossed the line by coming after my children." You went on.
Harry's voice kept rising in volume. "Yes, I yelled at them but I've got my reasons why. I'm not a nutter who goes around yelling for nothing."
"Then why?" You challenged him.
"Your daughter was being a brat. You've failed to teach her to listen to others. She's got absolutely no patience at all. She always has to have her own way and-"
You cut him off mid-sentence. You just simply couldn't bear to listen to more. "Oh God is that how you talk about your own child? Listen to yourself Harry, she's bloody three for fuck's sake!"
"It doesn't mean that she can act like a spoiled brat. I know a lot of three year olds who's got better manners than your dau-"
"Stop saying your daughter as if she wasn't yours!" You yelled in frustration.
His face crimsoned. "You literally just referred to them as your children," He let out a huff before he continued. "Besides, you do it all the time!"
"Yeah, but I always say that in a playful manner. It's usually when I'm joking or I'm teasing you about the kids taking after your habits or something like that but this," You let out a harsh breath. "This doesn't sound anything like that."
"Argh!" Harry groaned in frustration. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. You were certain that that was the most cross he had ever been at you, but frankly, you weren't much better. Your jaw clenched and if look could kill he would've been dead for fifteen minutes by then. "I'm never right with you. Being with you is so hard sometimes, it's not worth it!"
As soon as his lips snapped shut, you left the room without saying another word. You were too cross to even form a sentence. You were boiling with rage that you swore that if you spent another minute in the same room as your husband you were going to poke his eyeballs out. Or whack him in the dick. Whichever more convenient. You didn't realise your eyes swam with tears until you felt something cold rolling down your cheeks. You wanted nothing more than just to take a shower and cry your eyes out in there or curl up under the blanket and cry on your pillow. But you promised your littles for a little outing to the park and surely you could use the fresh air. You needed to step away from that cactus of a husband of yours for a second to breathe. You needed to calm yourself down because even though those words still hurt nonetheless, you knew for sure that deep down he didn't mean anything he said.
