§♥One Direction Imagines♥§

Harry Styles A.U

Hey I'll just put the guy's name bc I'm not very professional with titles.

My hands trembled as they tried to fix my dark skirt and jacket. My stomach felt like knots as I faltered closer to the meeting room. I finally agreed with the press for an interview. My lovely assistant, who also happens to be my best friend stride quickly to catch up to my pace. "Margot, if I do or say anything absurd please cover for me." I squeezed her hand and she says, "Y/N you're one tough bitch,  you got this."  She opens the double doors and everyone stands up to greet me. My eyes searched the room and they fell upon my ex-lover,  Harry Styles. My nervousness slowly fades away remembering the last time I encounter with him. But I can't help but to notice his dashing looks. His dark suit fitting him tightly just the way I like it and his unforgettable smirk spread on his plum slim lips. Which made my stomach to do flips. Margot and I ambled to my seat and sat down. She stands next to me and I coughed before saying Good morning. The room was quiet and I felt my lower body heat up as sweat caressed my thighs. Reporters were here with notepads and pencils. A fair skinned blonde fixed her hair before asking a question. "So Miss Y/L/N, why did it take you so long to say yes to us?" Her smile wasn't friendly at all. She reminded me of a stuck up cheerleader. "And may I ask, what's your name." I semi puckered my lip and held my chin up. I see her blush and clears her throat, "I'm Catherine Price reporter of 'Today's Gossip'." Ah, one of Harry's ex's. "Well, Miss Price," I started as I glanced Harry who was already starring at me with watchful eyes. "The only reason why I said 'yes' was because it's been-what four or five years since my success shot up to the sky?" Everyone were whispering and ferociously writting in their notepads. Another reporter asked, "What's your moto, if you have one? And who inspired you with them." I grinned and I glanced at Harry once more. His eyes focused on the table and I shifted my legs. "My moto- well my father's moto which now I use is 'First is you, then you and lastly you.' And I always thought he was being selfish but he proved me wrong when life knocked me down especially when the people I loved turned their cheek." I spoke with a funny feeling in my throat as my stomach ached. "I would like to thank everyone who spit my face, who kicked me down when I was succeeding in life." I let a shakey breath go and I left Margot's hand on my shoulder. Harry looked up for a moment and I looked away starring at anyone but him. A man with blue eyes raised his hand and I nod. He stands up and says, "It seems that you had a huge mountain in your way, tell us about your life outside of these four walls and roof." "There's nothing much to say since it is private." I narrowed my eyes at him and Harry stood up, "And to the people who spit and kicked you, are you willing to forgive them?" He has his pen and notepad ready. I stood up and placed my hands on the oval table and lean forward. "Why bother when I'm never going to see them again." I bit back feeling my blood boil as I flared my nose and turn my back to them. Margot excused us and I lumber out. I clenched and released my hands as my anger turned into a sensation of crying. "Miss Y/L/N!" I whipped around and met with Catherine's brown eyes. She had a smirk and crossed her arms over her chest.  "Why in a rush Y/N? The baby wants her daddy?" She laughs, imitating a fake cry. "At least I have one." I grabbed her hair unexpectedly and shoved her into the wall. I felt liking ripping her throat out but a hand stopped my fist midair. I glanced up to find Harry's eyes. "Let her go." my hand trembled as my finger unfurled from her fake hair. She takes off and I stand with both of my hands in his. He makes soothing sounds and I let my head down letting my tears roll shamelessly down ruining my make up. "Babe-" "Don't." I pulled away and wiped my cheeks. "Y/N," his sweet voice was a blissful tone to me.

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It was six o'clock p.m and Harry and I were sitting at my suite in silence. I don't know how he did it but he was able to come to my place.

    Harry's P. O. V

I studied Y/N as she sips from her tea. It's been years since I've spoken with her and she still has resentment and hurt in her eyes when I told her nasty things.

*flashback*
"You know what! Stop being a stuck up bratty girl, who gets every fucking thing!" I yelled at her and she stayed there silent. It wasn't true she's a hard-working girl. My desperation for money got the best of me but it's too late to say sorry. "You know that's not true! My father is rich but I'm not! He's giving m the 'tough love' shit!" She yelled back and fire glowed in her eyes. "Why are you being like this! Is it because you know I'll be the most successful person!? Because I will and you'll never see me again!" She shoved me out of her way as she drags a small suitcase behind. "Good and I don't want to be near you when your sorry ass fails! Don't come crawling back!" I slammed the door and it was the last of her.

I blink away my train of thought while she rubbed her temples. "Get out, I never want to see you ever again." She whispers and straighten up, "We need to talk." I stood up and knelt down and she looked away. "No, we don't. We did that years ago remember?" She scoffs and climbs off of the sofa and I follow her to the kitchen. Her back to me, I wanted to grab her shoulders and ram my lips with hers. I sighed and did what I thought, she tried to pulled away but my hands rested on her neck and lower back. I moved my lips and waited for her response. She stayed still with her hands on my chest. I squeezed my eyes and pulled away slowly. She wiped her lips and smacked my cheek. My head turned and held my jaw. I felt her hands gripped onto my suit and pulled my forward. I turned and my lips were pressed against hers. I was shocked until I closed my eyes and kissed her back. Her kisses were rough and fillled with passion. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed our chest together.  Y/N's hands glides to my hair and I whimper. She pulles away, gasping for air. Her eyes on my chest, my hand went to her chin and tilt it up. "I missed this. I missed you." She whispered. "Please, forgive me." My voice weak from her touch. "Kiss me." She tilts her chin up and I press a long kiss. "I did, a long time ago. What I said earlier was just hurt talking and I'm sorry for being rude to you." She hugs me and I kissed her hair. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you, more." She grins. She lacrs her fingers with mine and ambles towards a hallway. As we walk in her room a smile crept up my lips knowing was in the agenda for the night.