One Direction Imagines


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7. For: Ana_Styles1D


“Shut the hell up!” Harry yelled, slamming the fridge door closed. 

“Excuse me?” I squeaked, setting the glass down on the counter roughly, facing him. This was ridiculous. What were we even fighting about? WHY were we even fighting? 

“You heard me!” He yelled, now inches away from me. 

I pushed him back, toward the door. “Leave me alone Harry!”

“What the hell does that mean?” He said. His face was red, filled with anger, but his eyes were filled with hurt. 

“LEAVE!” I said, pointing toward the door. “Get out of here if you are going to talk to me like that!”

“Fine! I will!” He yelled, turning around and stomping toward the door, slamming it behind him. 

It was quiet; too quiet. I swallowed, breathing out slowly as I slid down the wall into the sitting position, trying to comprehend what had just happened. My eyes were wide; filling with tears quickly as I realized Harry had left and probably wasn't coming back. I closed my eyes, trying to hold in the tears; he had yelled at me,, and I was crying? Come on now, that’s not right. He’s the one who was wrong, not me. 

I continued to sit there, letting the tears stream down my face as I remained immobile. What just happened? Harry and I just broke up, over something I couldn't even remember. Was that even possible?

My mind was racing with so many thoughts that I didn't hear the door open again, or see Harry’ face peek back into the kitchen. I looked up to see his puffy red eyes and messy curly hair from running his fingers through it. “Ana?” He questioned. 

I sniffled, seeing him come quickly over to me and stand me back up. “I'm so sorry.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my cheek. “I didn't mean a word of it, I swear.” He whispered, kissing down my neck. 

I didn't reply, letting him kiss me. He was crying as well, trying to stop but wasn't able too. “I'll make it up to you.” He whispered before planting a soft kiss on my lips, letting his hands bury in my hair. “I'm so sorry.” He mumbled against my lips as he led me toward the bedroom. 

I pulled back, eyes opening as he wiped away my tears. “I forgive you.”


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I was lazy, so I just copied one with a fight, it was wrote in first person so it says I. I'm so sorry, and I wanted to finsish at least 5 so I would have less to do tomorrow, but you have to admit, this one is pretty darn good right? :)

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