1D Plus Sized Series // He Denys Dating You Pt. 2 - Harry (submission)


My heart was beating insanely fast. Did I, a “nobody” just break up with the most popular guy in school. Holy shit. I did. I Y/F/N Y/L/N just broke up with Harry Styles. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. And then the shocking reality set in. I loved him but it seemed as if my love for him was strong enough to test the waters of ridicule and potential harassment of people that we weren’t even going to see after graduation. How could he be so selfish? How could I be so naive? I sat down on the edge of my bed, slowly collecting my thoughts.

For some very odd reason, I felt an overwhelming feeling of pride. Knowing I was strong enough to love someone and strong enough to let him go because although he was ashamed of the love he had for me, I wasn’t ashamed for the love I had for me. Of course I loved Harry. He was everything I’ve ever dreamed of. He wasn’t afraid to pick me or love on my body or tell me I was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. (Even if it was behind doors). I will always cherish the love we shared. I’ll probably love him to the day I die.

My hands were a shaking sweaty mess. I knew Harry would be there with his insufferable date Kay. He made such a big deal out of dating her. I mean non-stop PDA whether it was in the hallway, the lunchroom, the parking lot, math class. His hands were constantly on her body. Was this just to show me what I was missing or to further my point on how he was embarrassed about my size. Kay was the quintessential model covergirl. Long legs and flat stomach. The true definition of fit. I mean I worked out but I don’t live and breathe the gym.

Now there he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she giggled at everything he said. His long lean arms draped around her shoulders. I rolled my eyes at them and proceed through the mixture of bodies dancing on the dancefloor. I passed some of my friends who seemed to be enjoying themselves while all I wanted to do is throw a drink in his smug ass face. “You look great.” I heard someone whisper in my ear over the loud music. Honestly, it scared the shit out of me. I held my hand up to my chest and turned around to the alluring voice behind me. “Oh! Goodness Liam! You scared me half to death!” I chuckled.

Liam was always nice to me. Whenever Harry and his friends would make fun of me he’d just shake his head and walk away without saying a word. “Oh sorry love! I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look tonight.” He smiled at me and I swore I melted right there by the punch bowl. “Well thank you Mr. Payne.” I blushed. “Who did you come with?” He asked genuinely. I smiled and just shook my head. “Oh no one. Who is the lucky lady you choose to be your prom date?” I asked batting my eyelashes up at him. Turning on my full charm like it was natural. “Well I was going to ask Kay but… Harry beat me to the punch. But she doesn’t even look that good if I can be honest with you. I’ve been watching you since you came in.” He blushed. My mouth partly opened in shock. “Me?” I asked confused. He laughed. “Why are you so surprised love? I’ve kind of had a crush on you for like a real long time. I was going to ask you to prom but Harry kind of talked me out of it, he said you had a lad taking you so I thought I didn’t have a chance.” He replied nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

Liam had a crush on me? Harry lied so he didn’t ask me to prom when Harry himself wasn’t going to ask me at all? “Do you want to dance?” I asked as a slow song began to play over the speakers. He grinned so wide and nodded. I giggled and grabbed his hand and lead him to the dancefloor. He knew what to do once we faced each other. He pulled me in so close by my hips. I’ve never been so close to any other guy but Harry. It was foreign but I just pressed my chest to his and let out a light sigh. He smiled down at me and held my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt like I was in a dream of floating on a cloud. “I’ve waited for this moment for two years Y/N.” Liam whispered in my ear. I looked up at him and smiled. “I feel so safe in your arms.” I admitted. It was true. Liam was dancing with me in the middle of the dance floor in front of everyone. “Good…” He trailed off holding me closer to him. His hands squeezing my waist and lower back.

This embrace had my head spinning. “Liam…” I whispered. He hummed in response, to show that he was listening. “Are you ashamed to be dancing with me?” I asked looking around the room as we slow danced to the melody. People were peering and glaring at us as if he and I were a spectacle. Harry, who was no longer wrapped around Kay was grimacing at us. His body wound up right like a yoyo. My body tensed under his glare. But before I could say anything Liam turned my head to him. His chocolate brown eyes looking into my own. “I will NEVER be ashamed to be with such a beautiful, smart, loving girl like you, Y/N.” He spoke so softly. And then in an instant he pulled my face to his and kissed my lips so sweetly. I exhaled and kissed him back. His lips seemed to be molded just for me. He pulled away slowly. I hadn’t noticed my eyes were closed until I was abruptly pulled away from Liam’s grasp only to be pulled back by his strong arms. “Harry mate, what are you doing?” He asked in disgust. I looked at Harry whose eyes were filled with worry and regret. “Y/N please…” He whispered. His hand intertwining with mine. “Harry, you had your chance to make things right and you chose not to. Just… Let me go.” I said pulling my hands from him. “What are you talking about Y/N?” Liam asked, pulling me back into his intoxicating embrace. I looked up at him and he looked so concerned. And then back at Harry who just stood there before us. The music had stopped and everyone was hushed. “Tell them Harry.” I said. “Y/N please…” He repeated. “Harry… And I were in a relationship for 3 years. He was the love of my life. But he wasn’t going to damage his reputation and tell everyone about us. He didn’t want to be seen out in public with someone like… Like me…” I said a single tear falling down my cheek. It felt so good to finally tell someone other than my mom.

People gasped and began to chat and talk amongst each other about my confession. “Right Harry?” I asked. Liam rubbing his hand down my back. Comforting me. “It’s okay love. He doesn’t deserve you.” He whispered sweetly in my ear. Kissing my cheek and wiping my tears. Harry didn’t say anything. He just walked away grabbing Kay’s hand and waltzing out the door. Liam was right he didn’t deserve me. I loved him so much but he choose to keep us a secret because he was ashamed of me. And I didn’t need anyone ashamed of being with me or how I looked when in actuality, I was happy and somehow Liam seemed to be the one I was looking for all along.

-Anonymous Submitter

Mark: What on Earth are you doing?

Bridget: Getting dressed.

Mark: Why are you dancing around in that tent business?

Bridget: Because…I don’t want you to see any of my wobbly bits.

Mark: Well now, thats a bit pointless isn’t it? Because I happen to have a very high regard for you wobbly bits…In all circumstances.

Bridget: Really?

Mark: Absolutely. I think its high time we had another look.

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