Originally posted by pinkharold. It was nearing midnight, but the both of you knew that this fight was going to last long. At this point in time, approximately half an hour in, you had almost forgotten what you were fighting about. Only that you were angry—really angry. Your voice was toxic. But so was his. How long do you expect me to wait?
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In which Harry is home physically but his head is somewhere else….. You had gotten into a fight. Not a throwing plates and stomping up the stairs fight, but a big fight none the less. Harry had gotten back from tour a month ago and up until this week you guys had been relatively okay. Sure you might have gotten a little frustrated with the way he never placed his shoes in the right spot or the way he would always take a phone call while you two were having dinner, but those things were small enough that you could overlook them. Harry had always been the kind of person that constantly had to be doing something. Being in One Direction was great for him as he was constantly on the move- not spending more than maybe a couple of weeks at home a year.
Harry Styles Imagines
His face was shadowed as he lay curled into my side, his head nestled deep into my neck, his soft, steady breaths fanning warm, sweet air across my skin. We lay in silence, the room illuminated by nothing more than a single lamp beside the bed. A gentle breeze whispered through the open window, the curtains billowing into the room with each gust. We had not spoken since my arrival, our greeting heralding nothing more than a long, firm embrace which spoke all that could be said until we could find a moment alone. His words were slow and melancholy, a vast contrast to the way he had spoken when I arrived, he had been light, and bubbly, and full of laughter for there were others around, others which needed to believe the charade he was putting on.
Thanks 4 requesting. I hope you guys get encouraged to do so too. All the love. The door slammed shut as Harry walked in. It's 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.