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anonymous asked:

How about a blurb/imagine where Harry's the emotional one in the relationship and you rarely cry etc and you and harry are having an argument and he's crying and then it's all cute after and you tease him (as a joke) about being a crybaby

“Oh, c’mon Harry you never do the laundry!” you snap at him, too exhausted from dirty clothes and dirty dishes.

You’ve been cleaning after him all day and you’re tired by the time he eat for fourth time today. The sink and the washing machine are full once again. 

“What?” he raises his eyerbrows, “Babe, not now. I’m reading this book for jokes. Do yeh wan’ to hear the knock-knock one?”

“I’m done with this! I can’t clean after you all day and i ask you to pay attention to  me, you tell me ‘not now’?” 

“Okay, don’t get mad. I’ll do the dishes.”

“Not to get mad? Seriously, Harry?” you can’t resist but throw the sponge at him. 

He catches it and the dripping watter from it makes a wet spot on his jeans.

“My favourite jeans!” he sighes.

“Well, if you knew how to do the laundry, you wouldn’t be that concerned. It’s just water, don’t be so dramatic.”

“Yeah, it’s just laundry. Don’t be so dramatic about it.”

You look at him with disbelieve. How can he say this to you? You’ve been cleaning after his ass all day and now he’s calling you a drama queen? You turn around and walk away. When you sit on the swing on the veranda, he comes, kneeling in front of you.

“Yeh know i didn’t mean it, Y/N. Sorry, okay? I was angry a-and…” his voice cracks and you can see the tears in the corners of his eyes. “Sorry, love, sorry. Sometimes i’m a huge jerk, i know.”

“Yeah, you’re right” you say, already feeling the need to hug him. 

Your heart breaks as you watch him, looking at you with those sad eyes. 

“D-do yeh wan’ to slap me? I don’t mind, go on.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and resist the urge to laugh at him for being such a cry-baby. You kiss him on the cheek, already tasting the salty tears. 

“Shht, Harry” you whisper in his ear, knowing the old neighbors might be watching. “Just do your laundry and wash your dishes next time, okay? And don’t come home as dirty as you came today after you played football with the boys. Your socks and your t-shirt were horrible.”

He laughs, but loud sobs leave inbetween his lips after that. You know why he cries - because he loves you too much. He’s not tired of your complaining, he just doesn’t want you to be mad at him. 

“I love yeh” he gives you a qick peck on the lips and pulls you in his arms again, holding you tight. “I love yeh mo’ than anything. Yeh know that, right?”

“Yes, i know it” you giggle when his hot breath tickles your neck. “And you’re such a baby.”

“Why?” he laughs too, but you still can say he cried because of his red eyes. 

“Always crying after our arguments and fights. Can’t you be mad at me too for a little longer than a minute?”

“No, i can’t stay away from yeh for that long.”

You let him sit next to you on the swing. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer so he can kiss your cheek. 

“I have to bake a cake for Ann for the next time we’re going to her house” you say, smiling at him. 

“Why?” he crunches his eyerbrows, obviously confused.

“For raising you. You’re everything i want and i can ask for. You’re such a gentleman, Harry. You know that, don’t you?”

“Now you’re being a cry-baby” he smiles widly, catching you starring so lovely at him.

“Oh, shut up.”

Imagine Harry getting very uncomfortable and a bit awkward every time you’re angry at him because he just doesn’t know how to behave in order to not make you even more angry so he’d just randomly start to talk about the first thing that comes to his mind.
“So ah… crabs you know.. they’re so funny with their little pincers and stuff.. aren’t they?”

anonymous asked:

could you write a real quick imagine/blurb type thing about being pregnant and your hormones are making you kind of short tempered so every little thing aggravates you so with your mood swings and stuff you take it out on Harry so it causes an argument (not a really bad one but still an argument) and you end up crying and feeling extremely bad for everything but he forgives you fluffy plz if u could

I think i’ll alctually be like that throught my pregnancy period, omg. And yeah, of course i’m gonna do one, sweetie! This sounds really goodl.

“No, Harry, i’m telling you for seventh time - i don’t need to stay in bed all day” you can’t help, but snap at him.”It won’t harm the baby in any way if i just go out on a walk. Alone. Just for fifteen minutes. Without you, breathing on my neck.”

His eyes widen and he furrow his eyerbrows. The thought to leave you alone for two minutes is driving him insane. And you can understand him, you’re waiting for the baby to be born every minute, because you’re in your ninth month. But sometimes all his attention and protection is just too much. You two had the same fight two weeks ago when you were doing the laundry all by yourself.

“Look” he starts, “it’s not necessary to scream at me so you can make me agree with you. I told you hundred times - it’s dangerous. What if your waters run out and you can’t call me, because the pain is just too much and-”

“Harry, listen to me!” you scream. “It’s not going to happen and your pessimistic ass is just being paranoid, okay? So just let me go on a walk, i’ll call you if i get too tired to come back home and everything will be alright.”

“If you start giving birth without me, it won’t be my fault.” he muttures angrily.

You can see the tears in the corners of his eyes, but he turns his back to you so you can’t see him, making them go away. Before you can even think about it, you hug him from behind, starting to cry too. He turns to face you again, this time completely okay with you seeing him all voulnerable and messy. His eyes are red because he rubbed them and he tugs at his hair, before kissing your forehead. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry” you start sniffing. “I didn’t mean to, sorry.”

“My love” he smiles, putting a slight kiss on your lips, “Shhht, it’s alright. Don’t get sad, it’s alright.”

Both of you calm down after a solid hour of hugging and whispiring sweet things at each other, begore you come to a consummation. You go on a walk for twenty minutes, but you keep your phone in your pocket and he’s waiting you on the veranda.

Angry Love (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request

Imagine:
You nearly died from saving Cisco and Dante from Rupture, which causes Harry to become extremely pissed at you. For what reason, you don’t know…

*~*~*~*~*

“Stupid!”

“Stop!”

“Unnecessary!”

“But that’s –”

“And absolutely dangerous!!”

You heaved a heavy, exasperated sigh. “Will you just –”

No!” Harry cut you off with a firm look that had even Barry, Cisco and Caitlin shrinking from him. Running his hands through his hair, he gripped chunks of his locks tightly and practically yanked them out. “You don’t get a say in the matter! Not after that stunt you pulled!! I mean, Jesus, ________! You scared the living hell out of me. Out of all of us! You could’ve died! Did you know that?”

You kept your gaze low. “Yes.”

Bullshit!” He grabbed a mug and threw it across the room.

The small ceramic cup burst into a thousand shards and scattered across the floor.

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Imagine Remus, who’s usually so quite and calm, getting really angry when he hears someone joking about you or calling you names. As someone who knows how it feels to be an outsider he would never allow anyone to insult the one he loves.
“Hey! For your own sake, I hope I’ll never hear you say that again”

Angry Harry (Harry Styles Imagine)

(Y/N POV)

I flinch as the door behind us slams. “I’m sorry-” I whimper but get cut off by Harry’s loud deep voice which sends my body through shocks because he hasn’t spoken since we got into his car from the restaurant. “You’re sorry?! He was bloody stalking you and trying to take you from me! You never even fucking told me that he was bothering you!” Harry yells at me and my eyes water. People didn’t realize that when Harry was angry it was terrifying - many longed to see his ‘dark’ side but it made me tremble with fear. “I-I was scared”I let out a sob and I see Harry’s fists clench. “Do you know what it feels like to know your girlfriend has been talking to her psycho ex?! You could’ve gotten hurt! Who knows what that psycho gets up to!” he growls and punches the wall leaving cracks. “Please calm dow-” I shriek as Harry throws a vase at the wall next to me. I’m shaking more than ever and tears stream down my face as I stare at Harry horrified.

 It’s almost as if the crash snapped him out of it as his face drops and he watches me shocked “Y/N…I-I…I’m so sorry-” I run out of the house with shaky legs and trip before I reach the sidewalk. I feel Harrys strong arms wrap around me but instead of the safe warm feeling I normally have I’m filled with fear and I start screaming and squirming to get out of his hold but he pulls me tighter and lifts me back into the house. “LET GO! Please! D-dont hurt me” I sob falling limp in Harry’s hold when I realize it’s no use. Harry nuzzles his head between my neck and shoulder “I’d never hurt you” I sob and tremble in fear as Harry holds me close. I loved him so much but I couldn’t help the fear inside of me after seeing such a hostile side of him. “Please Y/N I didn’t mean to scare you - I was just so…worried that he could’ve taken you or hurt you and I wouldn’t have known about anything and I wouldn’t be able to help you.” His voice so soft and gentle compared to before. His arms never relax around me, holding me tight as if I’d disappear any second. I look up and see my reflection in the window, my makeup has smudged and leaked down my cheeks - I looked like something out of a dramatic music video. 

It felt like hours before Harry’s arms relax around me and I calm down slightly. I pull myself out of his hold and walk to the bedroom grabbing a pillow and blanket throwing it out the room before locking the door. I hear Harry sigh before hearing sounds of his shuffling and walking away. I kick my shoes off and lay in the bed clutching the blanket tightly crying myself to sleep. I have several nightmares that don’t allow me to sleep so I get up and walk to the bedroom door slowly unlocking it, I look down at see that instead of taking the couch Harry is on the floor, he glances up at me and his eyes are red and puffy I assume from crying. “I heard your screams and whimpers while you were sleeping…I feel terrible. I caused this and now you don’t trust me…you’re scared of me” his voice breaks and trembles as tears threaten to spill down his cheeks. I kneel down knowing I look like shit with my fucked up hair and smudged makeup, I slowly and hesitantly place my head on Harry’s chest feeling his arms wrap around me and stroke my hair. My hand strokes Harry’s cheek and I fall asleep in his arms. It’d take a while for me to get over my fear but I love Harry too much to lose him.

Harry Styles Imagine|| His best friend kisses you.

You were currently at Harry’s best friend’s house for a welcoming party that his best friend threw for him coming back home from tour. Austin was really friendly, actually sometimes too friendly, he treated Harry like his own brother and you really adored their friendship. You paced the floor impatiently waiting for the boys to walk through the front door as all your friends and the boy’s friends sat down on the couches and chairs.

Austin walked towards you and grabbed your shoulders, letting out a low chuckle. “Seriously Y/N….Chill…Relax. They’ll be here soon” He reassured you and you inhaled deeply before exhaling a shaky breath. You took a quick check ùp on everything to make sure it was all perfect, you prepared the boy’s favorite food and bought them matching Tshirts with their new album printed on it. 

You were absolutely nervous and you didn’t know why, it’s been 4 months since you’ve seen Harry and you really missed him, but you also felt anxious to see him. You heard Austin call you to the living room and you grabbed an apple and bit into it before walking out, you saw everyone crowded around something and you assumed Austin brought out snacks. 

When the crowd started to disperse, you realized what the commotion was really about, you dropped your apple to the floor out of shock. Harry stood there with a unreadable expression on his face,  he wasn’t even smiling, his face was just…plain serious. It was quiet for a moment as everyone stepped aside and stared at the both of you.

Suddenly he gently rested his bag down to the side, standing tall before spreading his arms wide open, welcoming you into his embrace. You bit your bottom lip gently before running towards him, you jumped onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and latching your arms behind his neck.

He grabbed beneath your thighs to support you, a loud chuckle leaving his lips, you held on tightly to him as you hid your face on his neck, your eyes shut closed. You didn’t want to let go, not today, not tomorrow, not ever. You couldn’t believe that he was here, in your arms,  well technically you were in his arms but you get the point.

“Missed me?” He teased, a sexy, husky chuckle leaving his precious lips again, you pulled away your face from his neck to stare into his sweet emerald green eyes. “Is that even a question?” You huffed childishly while pouting like a 6 year old.

“Just checking” He replied before planting a soft kiss on your lips, You smiled into the kiss, both of your lips moving in sync. As things began to get heated between you both, you heard a couple of clearing of the throats from your guests.

You quickly pulled away and jumped down from Harry, your cheeks were a crimson red and your ears could literally roast marshmellows from how hot it was.  You apologized to the guests and Harry laughed at your cuteness, he smacked your butt and your cheeks turned an even darker shade of red.

…………….

Later that night, everyone was wasted and having fun in Austin’s mansion, some people were passed out all over the place. You were currently in the kitchen cleaning up whatever you could to help out Austin’s maid, you weren’t much of a drinker and Harry was with his friends, catching up on whatever they had to catch up on so why not help out a bit.

You felt two arms wrap around your waist and your lips pulled upright into a smile, you felt a pair of lips plant soft kisses on your neck and you tilted your head to the side to give Harry more access. Your hands found their way to his hair, but when you felt the straightness of this persons hair, you immediately knew it wasn’t Harry’s. 

You spun around quickly only to be met with Austin, “Austin….Oh…uhm…I thought you were-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence because he quickly cut you off. “Thought I was Harry? Come on Y/N, I can treat you way better than him. Be with me…..I’ll never leave you alone like he does, I’ll stay by your side always. I’ll be there for you when you need someone…..I’ll never let you feel lonely, I’ll be there to wipe your tears” He slurred and drifted as he spoke, Austin was clearly wasted.

“Austin, stop it. You’re drunk okay. Stop.” You tried to convince him, but instead he grabbed your waist and pulled you close, before you could even gather your thoughts, Austin’s lips were attached to yours. You tried to push him but it was no use, he was way stronger than you so you just stood there with your eyes shut close as tightly as possible. You just wanted him to hurry up and leave so you could run to Harry and be in his arms.

Austin was suddenly ripped apart from you and when you opened your eyes, you saw Harry shoving Austin a couple times. “What the hell is wrong with you Austin?? She’s my girlfriend you idiot. I thought you were my best friend” Harry shouted before grabbing his collar and slamming him against the wall, “Touch her again and I’ll beat you so brutal that you can never kiss another girl again.” He snapped before letting go of Austin.

His eyes then landed on you and your lips parted multiple times, you were speechless and Harry’s intimidating glare just scared the hell out of you. “Harry it’s not what it looks like…..I swear” You tried to explain, but you ended up mentally scolding yourself because when people say that, it’s always exactly what it looks like.

“Well it pretty much looked like you were making out with my best fŕiend” He huffed angrily before walking out of the kitchen, leaving you completely speechless. “Hey….I’m sorry..” Austin slurred in his drunk state while trying to stand straight but instead he just fell to the floor while groaning.

“It’s a little to late now for sorries isn’t it?” You stomped out of the kitchen, fully annoyed now. You spent four months waiting for Harry, only for this to happen? Great, he may not talk to you for another four.

You sat on the couch before having a complete break down, do you know how hard it is to spend four months without your boyfriend and when he comes back it’s barely 24 hours and he’s already angry at you, he may even hate you. Who knows, he might even break up with you later so you might as well mentally prepare yourself.

Wow, you waited four painful months only to be dumped, the thought just made you cry even harder. 

After two hours, Harry approached you without a word then started heading outside,  you already knew he meant that it was time to leave so you got your handbag and the bag with the matching Tshirts. You opened the door to the limo and you climbed in, taking a seat next to Harry.

It was quiet for 10 minutes until you couldn’t take it anymore,  "Harry…what happened back there-“

"I don’t wanna hear it” He replied calmly but the anger in his voice was still there. “Harry please you need to-”

“I said I don’t wanna hear it” He snapped and you felt your heart break, you decided to remain silent as you tried hard to fight back the tears. All of the boys started piling into the limo and they got quiet as they noticed the tension between you and Harry.

“Everything okay?” Louis asked slowly while opening back the limo door. “Did we disturb something?” Liam asked while raising his eyebrow curiously. 

“No I was just leaving, welcome back.” The tears started streaming down your face and you quickly exited the limo, not wanting to be around Harry. You started walking into the other direction and you could hear the boys asking questions, they were obviously confused.

You heard the limo door slam and you heard Harry telling you to wait but you kept walking anyways, you couldn’t face him, not when you were crying so hard. You felt a cold, large hand wrap around your wrist and pulled you back, making you turn around to face the tall figure.

“I said wait Y/N….or did you not hear me?” Harry’s voice was dark and low, it was very intimidating.  "You belong to me. If I tell you wait then you wait, if I tell you stay then you stay, if I tell you to don’t go then you don’t go because you are mine.“ You could swear you heard a angry growl escape his plump lips.

You were utterly shocked by his possessiveness,  never have you seen him this way before. "Harry….I didn’t kiss him. I didn’t…..He came at me Harry I didn’t…” You couldn’t finish your explanation because you broke down in tears again.

Harry sighed before walking towards you and pulling you into his warm and welcoming embrace. “I know baby….I know.” He kissed your temple before wiping your tears,  his hands moved to your cold cheeks as he cupped them gently with his warm hands. 

“I saw the whole thing…..What Austin said….really upset me….so i said things i didnt mean. It got to me….I mean…he’s right….maybe he can treat you better, maybe he won’t leave you alone like I do, maybe he can always be there for you while I can’t and it really got to me…..I mean….baby…of you’re unhappy with me…” He trailed off and you shook your head violently while the tears started pouring again.

“No….No Harry….I’m happy with you….you’re the only person who can make me feel loved, I’m never lonely when I have your clothes and photos, plus we call everyday,  maybe he can treat me better, but he can never treat me as perfect as you do, it will never be enough love as you give to me. I walked into this relationship knowing exactly what I was in for and nothing has changed my mind Harry. I love you okay? I love you I love you I love you.” You kept repeating it, trying to reassure him that he was all that you wanted.

He sighed happily before pressing his lips against yours passionately,  his kisses were so gently and sweet, almost as if he was afraid that you might break, he treated you like a fragile glass that might shatter any moment. He pulled away before resting his forehead against yours, your thumbs found their way to his dimples as you caressed his cheeks.

“I love you too Y/N” He whispered with his absolutely amazing voice which could drive you to insanity. He latched his fingers with yours before leading you back to the limo, when you both climbed in, you immediately apologized to the boys for rudely leaving when they arrived but as always the boys forgave you and squashed you with manly hugs.

2

Coffee and Promises
{Angry Part III)
 Seeing as Harry had taken his time getting you the box full of his belongings, the phone you had left behind with him had died and you were still waiting for your new phone to be shipped to you. So, after scrambling around in search of the recharger, you were finally able to revive your phone and make use of it. You had quickly dialed Harry’s number in hopes that he hadn’t changed his mind about your relationship. Ring after ring went by before you started to lose hope; he had probably realized what a bullet he had dodged with you and had already moved onto the next hot young thing to cross his path. You should have known-
“Yeah,” Harry’s voice suddenly answered, sounding a bit out of breath in the process. You were at a loss for words as you had already been cursing Harry in your head for not answering. You hadn’t thought it out very well… What were you supposed to say?
“Uh,” you cleared your throat and shook your head, wishing away your abrupt rupture of nerves, “it’s Y/N.”
“Oh, hey,” Harry lingered, his tone conveying a bit of humor.
“W-would you like to,” you paused with a roll of your eyes, “I got the… Could we possibly meet somewhere?”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course,” Harry rapidly responded, his quick puffs of breath making you believe he was chuckling to himself.
“You wanna get some coffee?” You sighed, embarrassed by your odd telephone conversation skills.
“Sure,” Harry chirped, a sense of happiness creeping into his tone, “eh, how’s that shop by your’s sound?”
“The one on the corner of 5th and Harvard?” You inquired, looking around your apartment for your favorite coat.
“Yeah,” Harry confirmed just as your sights set on the light brown coat you favored so much.
“Alright, I’ll meet you there in about five,” you cleared your throat as you padded towards your coat.
“Alright… love y,” Harry began just as you opened your mouth to speak.
“Bye,” you accidentally cut Harry off and hung up before he could say anything else. After shrugging off little guilt for hanging up on Harry and slipping into your coat, you made sure you had the proper belongings to go out before heading for the coffee shop you and Harry liked to go to. Before too long, you had reached the shop and had long stepped into line before Harry strolled in, his features a bit pale and pink from the chilly weather.
“Was the queue very long?” Harry inquired once he reached your side, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he directed his gaze ahead of him.
“No,” you plainly shook your head as the two of you peered up at the menu, faking consideration of all of the available items. The two of you already had your orders memorized, so looking at the menu was more of something to busy yourselves with. A short while later, the two of you had taken your coffees back out into the cold December weather as you decided to take walk around your gated community.
“So… I’m sorry about Saturday,” you finally choked out after the two of you had walked in silence for a few moments.
“I’m sorry, too,” Harry sympathetically smiled before drinking out of his coffee cup.
“I don’t know what’s come over me,” you shook your head in regret as you let your coffee cup warm your hands.
“Hey, it’s not all your fault,” Harry admitted with a shrug, “I haven’t exactly been the best partner. We’ve both been pretty difficult.”
“Some more than others,” you jokingly reasoned with a nod of your head, softly nudging Harry with your elbow.
Really?” Harry raised his eyebrows at you, a playful smirk appearing on his features.
“Yeah,” you casually nodded, smiling as you looked away from Harry to take a drink from your own coffee cup.
“See, I’m getting the feeling you’re trying to tell me something,” Harry stated, raising his palm and peering over at you with curiosity.
“Yeah, that you acted like a real jerk when all I wanted to do was spend a little quality time with you. I can fess up to what’s bothering me when somebody asks,” you nodded, referring to how Harry had refused to tell you what was bothering him when you first asked him.
“Alright, did you call me to scold me or to make up?” Harry questioned with a sigh.
“Alright, alright,” you stopped walking, gently holding Harry’s elbow, “I take responsibility for my own mistakes but are we really going to try to make this work or are we going to quit two weeks from now? Like that one time we tried being vegan?” Harry threw his head back and laughed at this, making you chuckle along with him.
“No,” Harry shook his head as he turned to face your slightly worried features, “it won’t be like the time we tried going vegan.”
“Promise?” You raised an eyebrow at Harry as he calmed from laughing, his  arm sneaking around your waist to hold you closer his body.
“I promise,” he finally nodded assuringly, once he recomposed himself.

Part I
Part II

{A/N: Final part of the Angry one shot series! Hope you liked it and I hope you’re having a positive day! Thanks for reading!}

**Louis Tomlinson & Harry Styles Imagine**

Imagine Harry getting mad because he see another guy talking to you and Louis tries to claim him down.

Harry: If I were him. I’d get away from Y/N.

Louis : Harry, calm down, she’ll be fine. Let me get you some water to calm you down.

Harry: Thanks, mate. I just don’t want another guys touching my girl.

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Imagine Draco has to kill Dumbledore in order to save you from being tortured by Voldemort. As he’s about to kill Dumbledore, he can’t help but think about the things you are going through

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