You heard him before you could see him. You heard His feet stomping against the floor trying to not make too much noise, but at the same time trying to keep balance. You heard him fumbling with the keys, trying to put the right one in the hole, and cursing everytime he didn’t get it right. You heard him finally opening the door, his deep breathes interrupted by hiccups ever few seconds.
You shook your head hoping it wasn’t one of those nights. Hoping maybe he came home at 3am because he went to get a late snack, or his car broke down, or maybe just maybe he did have a lot of work to do at the office. He couldn’t see you yet, and you could only make out his shadow as he fumbled to take off his shoes in the dark.
You wondered why you did this? Why you stay up to wait for him, when you know You’ll just be disappointed. You shake your head at your foolishness. If it hasn’t changed for weeks Why did you think it would change now? You were about to get up from the couch and run back upstairs before he could see you, but then the room lit up. You cursed under your breath when you could feel his eyes on you.
“Y/N?” He asked confused. You turned to face him and your eyes could see his bloodshot ones from a mile away.
“What are you doing awake?” Harry said slurring his words.
“I could ask you the same question.” You snap back.
“I was just-” He tried to answer you before you cut him off.
“Drinking again?” You said.
“Don’t be upset Y/N” he frowns while trying to walk straight towards you, tripping over his own feet.
“No” You said as you put your hand between you and him. “I don’t want to be near you when your wasted like this Harry.” He takes your hand that’s up to his chest and brings it to his lips
“I’m sorry Babeee” he slurs his words yet again “It won’t happen again.” You scoff.
“Yeah sure, just like how you promised yesterday, or the day before that, even weeks.” You said disappointed.
“I didn’t even have that much to drink” he lies as he hiccups.
You shake your head needing space from him to think about how to deal with all this as you turn to head upstairs.
“ Okay! Wait I’m sorry Baby.” He never calls you baby only babe making you wonder how much he really had to drink. He takes your hand again and turns you to face him. You really wanted to get away from him, you never liked him this drunk.
He leaned his lips next to your ear and whispers “let me make it up to you.” As he slowly kisses your cheek, and pushes you against the wall. You usually would enjoy this but the fact that you can smell the alcohol on his breath made you turn your cheek.
“You can’t just kiss me and except everything to be ok, Harry” You tell him. He lets out a frustrated sigh and brings one hand to his hair as he bangs his other one on the wall behind you, shaking it, causing you to jump.
“Shit” he says to himself. You knew he was having thoughts running through his mind, but you needed to know what they were.
“Why are you doing this Harry?” You say with a shaky voice. Not wanting to know the answer if it was about you, but you needed to know the truth.
“Is it me? Do you not want to be with me anymore?” Harrys head flew up and his eyes connected with yours immediately. “Is our relationship making you unhappy?” You say trying to hold back the tears, as Harry shakes his head repeatly.
“Y/N…” Harry tries to interrupt you but you just continue
“Is there another person you’re seeing?” Your voice cracked. “Is that why you’re coming home late and getting drunk?” You close your eyes trying to hold yourself together, But it just let the tears fall down your cheek. As you asked the last question, out of all of them that would be the worse.
“Y/N Stop!” Harry tells you as you tried to hold back your tears but couldn’t anymore. “Please don’t ever say that.” He says looking at your tear streamed face, making his heart break.
“Why would you ever think that?” He frowns as he wipes the tears falling down your face.
“You’ve be-been so distant lately and coming home late, and drinking your life away. Like you don’t want to be here. Like you don’t want to be with m-me” you say sniffling.
“Y/N, I love you why would I ever want to not be with you?” He steps even closer to you looking you straight in the eye.
“How do I even know your saying the truth, when you’re pissed drunk,” Harry placed both his hands on your shoulders forcing you to look at him as he stares into your watery eyes
“ Don’t you ever for one second, second guess my love for you, I love you Y/N, no matter what. If I’m drunk or sober, it’s the truth. I love you with all my fucking heart, my whole entire being. And I’m sorry that if you ever felt for just a millisecond that I don’t care about you. Because that’s farthest from the truth. And I’m sorry I’ve been acting this way, I’m a complete idiot for making you feel unloved and not special because you are a princess in my eyes, and I know I should treat you like one.”
You had more tears running down your face but not from sadness but out of joy,relief, happiness. But before you could say anything. Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug that made you feel like the safest place on earth.
“I’m so so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you feel any less loved, it’s just at work, people this month have been getting laid off left and right and everyones saying my sections next, and there’s only a few people in our department, me included. So I’ve been stressed with that, scared I’m gonna loose my job, so I applied to other places just as back ups. I want to provide for you and us and I was stressed and scared I didn’t want to tell you. So I resulted to drinking and staying out late, which I know isn’t the answer. I’m just so sorry.” Harry finishes.
You try to calm your breathing while you were still wrapped in Harrys arms, getting his shirt all wet with your tears. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask.
“I didn’t want to worry you unless it was for sure.” You sigh and nod your head in understanding.
“Okay, but you have to stop getting drunk every night Harry, it isn’t healthy for you & definitely won’t solve your problems.”
“I know, I know I’ve just been a complete jerk putting you through this.” You look down to the floor remembering all the nights and mornings caring for Harry after he had a hangover and got sick.
“I should of handled the situation better, I screwed up and I’m so sorry.” Harry tells you never breaking eye contact. “Could you forgive me?” He searches your face to find an answer.
You thought for awhile and then nodded. Harry sighs in relief as he brings his hand up to your cheek.
“And your the only one that has my heart Y/N.” He leans closer to your face, you could feel his breath tingling my lips. “Forever & always.”
Before you could even tell him how much you loved him too, he closes the gap between your lips. Slowly kissing you as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. Before anything could go further you pulled away, and confusion was etched on Harry’s face.
“I just wanted to tell you that I love you too. And we can get through this no matter what happens ok?” You said taking his hand in yours showing him your not going anywhere. He smiles and nods at the beautiful woman he can call his.
And then your lips were on each others once more, but this time because you kissed him.
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HARRY STYLES IMAGINE (DARK) - HIS EX SEE’S YOU WITH HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME
I was so happy. It was 4:00pm and my eight hour shift at work was finally over. And to top it off, Harry was picking me up for the first time.
Harry and I met a month ago and had been inseparable since. But we had been keeping our heads down and telling no one about the time we had been spending together while we got to know each other.
I’d text him at lunch asking if he would pick me up from work because my car had broken down this morning and I didn’t have money for a taxi. Of course, he replied within seconds saying he couldn’t wait to see me.
I walked towards his black Range Rover with a huge smile on my face. I’d been thinking about him all day and I wanted him to wrap me up in his muscly tattooed arms that were becoming so familiar.
“Hey!” An unfamiliar voice shouted to me, causing me to turn around, just a few feet away from Harry’s car that was blasting out a Blink-182 song.
I turned around and felt myself pale immediately.
Stood in front of me was Harry’s ex girlfriend; Sophie.
She was intimidatingly pretty with long brown hair, olive skin and brown doe eyes.
They’d broken up only a few weeks before Harry and I met and had been together for three years.
“Hi” I said quietly, not sure how to approach her.
Her face was scrunched up in disgust and she folded her arms across her chest, pushing up her breasts “What the hell do you think you’re doing with Harry?”.
I felt my cheeks flush and bit down on my bottom lip while I thought of a response “I know you and Harry were together a long time, Sophie and I don’t want to cause arguments but Harry and I have been spending time together”.
She smiled sarcastically “I’m sure you have. Do you know how many girls he ‘spends time’ with? You’re not the only slag he’s been with since me”.
I didn’t know what to make of her snide comment. Was she just being bitter or was she serious?
“Oi” Harry’s voice sounded from behind me, followed by the slamming of a car door.
I was about to turn to face him but he walked straight past me, getting closer to Sophie than I would have liked.
He was wearing a white vest and black skinny jeans, his tattoo’s on full display and his hair was styled back in a quiff.
“Don’t you fucking dare talk to her like that” he said in a low, menacing voice.
I’d seen Harry mad. But only ever at other guys. I’d even seen him punch a few but I’d never seen him square up to a girl.
Sophie laughed nastily “Oh, please. We both know that you’re in love with me so why the fuck are you messing around with that little slag?”.
I could see Harry tensing his jaw and balling his hands into fists at his sides “Shut the fuck up, Sophie!” He shouted “I don’t want to be with you, get that into your thick head! Y/N is my girlfriend and she will be for a long time, so fucking deal with it!”.
I gasped. Harry and I hadn’t had the conversation about what our relationship status was. Was he just saying that to piss her off or did he genuinely think of me as his girlfriend?
Sophie pushed Harry’s shoulders, creating a few inches more space between them as she glared at me and then back up at him “We both know that’s bullshit Harry. If you’re with her then why are you still messaging me telling me that you love and miss me”.
I suddenly felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.
I couldn’t hear this. I didn’t want to hear this.
I’d heard about Harry’s reputation with girls; he was a ladies man and had cheated on Sophie a lot. But he’s been so nice to me, a real gentleman, so I didn’t believe any of it. Until now.
I felt my heart shatter into pieces as I turned around.
“Fuck you, Sophie!” Harry roared.
A few seconds later, I felt a tug on my arm and I was spun around to face a menacing expression from Harry “I fucking swear to god, Y/N, I haven’t text Sophie since the week we broke up. She’s a lying bitch”.
I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to cry in front of him. “I don’t know if I can believe you. Did you cheat on her when you were together? Tell me the truth”.
His face fell and he looked down at the floor “Yes” he looked back up at me quickly, grabbing my hands “But things weren’t right between her and I. I didn’t feel about her the way I feel about you and I fucking swear I would never do that to you! If you want I will even print out a copy of my fucking phone plan to show you that I haven’t called or text her number”.
I frowned in confusion “Why would you do that?”.
He looked at me like the answer was obvious but I had no clue “Because, despite what that bitch says, I want to be with you. I don’t want anybody else. Ever”.
I looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of Sophie on the phone, throwing daggers at Harry and I.
“Come back to mine” Harry pleaded.
I nodded. I could see the sincerity in his eyes and I wanted to believe what he was saying.
Maybe Sophie was just being bitter. I probably would be too if I’d lost Harry to another girl.
Harry led me to his car and opened the passenger door, helping me in before closing the door abruptly.
“Stay the fuck away from me, you fucking psycho!” I heard him yell before opening the door and climbing into the drivers seat.
“Harry, please don’t ever treat me how you treat her” I asked in a whisper “Or how you treated her”.
He reached over for my hand and there was the smallest hint of a smile at the edge of his lips “I’m sorry, okay? I promise I will be so good to you if you just give me the chance”.
He leant towards me and I met him halfway across the console, letting him cup my face in his hands before kissing me softly.
Nothing mattered as he kissed me. I could never think straight when he had his hands on me but I didn’t care.
I was going to give Harry the chance he wanted, because I was selfish and I wanted him to be mine. I just hoped he wanted me to be his just as badly.
Trigger warning* - some violence towards Maverie…I think
The atmosphere was overtaken by silence as Addilyn and I patiently waited for the results of her pregnancy test. Every small little second that ticked away on the clock filled me with more and more anticipation as the pair of us paced back and forth, seeking refuge in the privacy of the upstairs bathroom whilst all the boys remained downstairs. One minute, two minutes, three minutes, and it was finally time for the two of us to discover her fate. Her chest rose and fell as she took in one last deep breath, before flipping the plastic stick over to reveal her answer.
Scenario: He was not human, no far from it. He was darkness. The dawning fear that seemed to feed from pain, pain was his relief. He held no mercy nor mutiny, he was truly sinister down to his smirk. Innocence was his key, innocence was his drug; his addiction.
You walked through the pitter of rain drops, it was a muggy night but you had always loved he rain. As your boots struck the pavement you couldn’t help but feel an uneasiness, you were being watched. Your head turn anxiously to admire your surroundings, to the innocent eye it didn’t seem like anyone was there but just behind the shadows he was. Adding a bit more mileage through your path, you walked faster. The feeling grew, more mantic it festered in your stomach. Again you sped your steps, dashing through the puddles in a small panic. A chuckle, baleful it echos off the brick. You run, not letting the naive assurance in your brain make you stupid. The water splattered from your way in agony, droplets from the angry sky pelted against your pale skin. You looked back, again nothing could be seen. You hit him like a wall, sending you tumbling back into the puddles. Slowly your eyes trail up, with a pounding chest you take in every inch of him until meeting dark viridescent eyes. “W-who are you?” You manage to stutter out after a long and wear full pause. Again his chuckle sounds. You keep your gaze on him, then finally his eyes connect with yours. “Darkness,” #harry