One Direction Imagines

Harry: Pullover

The light sprinkling rain patted the windshield lightly, the street shimmered with dampness. Looking to the closed in property, I drove up the short driveway, stopping at the door. As I typed to notify Harry of my presence, and to have him come out to the car, I looked up to find his towering figure approaching the vehicle.

"Hello, love!" he grinned as climbing in. He was dressed in a black and white striped dress shirt, first few buttons unbuttoned, as usual; with black trousers clinging to his hips and a fedora sat upon his head. I swallowed the lump in my throat as replying cheerfully. "The reservations at eight," leaning over the council he planted a kiss to my lips. A pang of guilt range through me at the small amount of contact.

"Everything alright?" he questions, eyebrows knitted together in worry.

"Yeah, yep. Uh...just tired," I put the car in reverse and began to back out.

"We shouldn't be out to late," he mumbled, looking out the glossed over window.

I followed the directions to the rather large restaurant, the rain poured down harder as we parked. I took at look into the place, the walls were mostly windows, watching happy couples eating their meals. We sat in the car, waiting for the storm to pass, silence filling the small space. Nothing being said, the patter of rain had a calming effect. As the storm began to lighten up he hopped out of the vehicle coming around to the drivers side, opening my door, like a gentleman.

After the quick dash to the lobby, he asked the short man behind the counter about our reservations.
"Right this way,"the man piped as escorting us to our table. Harry looked back grabbing my hand as the man led us to our table. It was the perfect seating arrangement, right next to the window, capable of watching the relaxing rain pour down and also away from the other customers.

My attention was held to the approaching waitress as his eyes laid on me. Asking for Carménère, our favorite red wine and a couple of salads. He talked about his time on tour and told a rather amusing story of Niall pushing Liam off the stage an into a rather savage crowd of fans. Chowing down as soon our orders came, avoiding the ever pending questions about what I did while he was away. Lying to him and watching the way he believed my every word felt like a stab to the gut.

Not soon enough had the bill came and went and we were on our way out. Seeing the way he grinned at me as he held the door open just pushed the knife deeper. The rain let up quite a bit since we went in, just light trickles fell to the ground. His hand rest on the small of my back, guiding me to the car. Turning me around quickly as reaching the door handle. His face mere inches from mine closing the gap as his lips met mine. There was no need behind the kiss, just pure passion and love. A softer kids than I ever remember before, before realising what I was doing I pushed my hand against his chest, pushing him away. My eyes met his just as hurt spread across his pupils.

"I. . .I don't know why I just did that," I gaped at my own actions as his hands dropped to his sides. "Harry-" he cut me short. "Do you feel the same, same about us, about all of this?" He gestured between the two of us, feet between us now. People walked past, watching our, fight?

"Can we talk about this when we get back to your place?" I fidgeted with the purse hung on my shoulder, the purse he brought me back from Paris last tour. The hurt dissolved from his eyes turning to anger, rounding the rear of the car and climbing in. My head already spinning and I haven't even broke the news to him yet.

The cars ride was completely silent, keeping me eyes focused on the road ahead while his eyes were planted out the window. Not being able to take it anymore I flipped the radio on, of fucking course , I sigh as You and I filled the car. Harry quickly turned it off, turning towards me tearful eyes.

"This is over isn't it." He bit his lip," You don't care anymore, it's obvious. " His eyes pleaded for an answer, "Harry, it's not you-" I spoke quietly.

"Don't give me the 'it's not you it's me' bullshit Y/N!" His voice was full of anger. "What did I do? Why don't you-"

"I cheated, Harry," the words coming out as a whine. My grip on the steering wheel tightening, turning my knuckles white.

"What?" His shoulder slumped immediately as the tears building up in my eyes rolled down my cheeks. I couldn't bare to look at him instead keeping my eyes directed in front of me.

"With who? When?" he let as shallow breathe out, "Why?" He looked over to me, tears cascading down my cheeks.

"Y/B/F/N and I went clubbing the weekend after you left. She was trying to cheer me up but I had to many drinks and-" I couldn't muster anymore out, trying to hold a sob in.

"Pull over." His voice wasn't full of anger as it has been just a few seconds ago but instead it was replaced with a sadness. In the two years we've been dating and the four years we've known each other, I have never heard his voice like that. It was empty. Just as empty as my promise to love him when he was away on tour.

The slamming door brought me back to reality. I couldn't move as I sat watching him walk away, and out of my life. The car still in park, the drive stopped as my life has been since he's left.