Harry Styles Imagines

-𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘱-

Preview: You and Harry break up and you pretend to say you're over him, but you truly aren't..

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I froze in the doorway of our bedroom, our bedroom? The one where we stayed up all night talking, the one where me made love till our hearts were content, the one where we entangled our bodies all night long, the one where the most tears had been spilt, yes, that one. But I don't think I can call it ours anymore, instead his, the only thing that belonged to me in this room was all physical, nothing emotional or mental anymore, definitely not his heart.

Words couldn't leave my mouth as I stared at Harry pinning a girl beneath him to the bed, his lips attached to her neck and her head thrown backwards, eyes squeezed shut as he rocked their hips together.

"H-Harry" the girl whined from below him as her eyes locked with mine, slowing down his efforts. Harry's head snapped up and he looked to see what she was looking at, me.

My frame stood in the doorway, heart shattered into a trillion pieces, infinite tears running down my face like a waterfall. "Y/N?" His voice sound coarse, rough, desperate from the position he was in as he scrambled off her.

She was quick to speed out the room, brushing past my shoulder "I-I swear- Y/N I-I" he stammered, pulling his boxers on. "Don't. I knew I could never be enough for you, all I wanted was to find somebody, I thought I did, I thought wrong, I'm just going to keep going round in circles, my heart playing cruel tricks on me every time I break my walls towards somebody" I warned him, pulling out a suitcase from the wardrobe and beginning to my pack my clothes.

"You have- you I- me, I love you, you love me!" He stuttered, cemented to the floor as he watched the pile of clothes slowly stack up. "Love? This love was made for cinema screens, fake, fiction" I stated, that's what it seemed like, what could change that?

"No- it's not fake, it's pure, I know I made a mistake but-" he paused, watching as I shoved all of my shoes into a separate bag. "Be careful who you trust Harry, people you know can hurt you the most" I reminded him, pursing my lips and emptying my vanity draws and shelves into another bag.

He sat down on the bed, bowing his head in defeat, he hurt me, never in a million years did he think that he would be the cause of my pain, not once, the thought didn't even cross his mine.

"I'm strong enough to forgive you, Harry, but I'm not stupid enough to trust you again" I finally said before walking out the door, gently shutting it and leaving the house, not home, this random house that I spent 3 years of my life in.

Weeks and weeks later I had convinced myself that I had to move on from Harry, but it almost seems impossible, he used to be my everything, I think he still is, but faking a smile is easier than explaining the pain to anyone.

"Hey, Y/N, hurry up, I know the club is open all night but I am so prepared to get wasted!" Emma yelled out from downstairs as I finished applying my deep red lipstick, we were going to the one bar where we knew paparazzi wouldn't find us, a common club for celebrities but few would be there at one time just incase.

We pulled up outside the club, planning on meeting Selena and Taylor inside. That's when a car pulled up in front of us, that car plate look familiar, so did the car, and the people.

"Louis you are a reckless driver" a thick Irish accent commented, 5 boys stepped out of the car, one direction, and 4 woman, Eleanor, Sophia, Perrie and Kendall, Kendall Jenner, clung to Harry's arm.

"Hey, Y/N, breathe, okay?" Emma instructed me, leaning over from the drivers seat and cupping my cheeks. I nodded and breathed in and out slowly "Can we go somewhere else?" I requested and she shook her head.