One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

One last time(Ariana Grande) - all imagine

A/n: Came to think of this in class.
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(This can be for any of the boys.)

You saw him enter, you saw him move to the dance floor, and you follow him with your eyes as he dances, hair becoming messier by the second.
Your trance was broken once again when a handsome boy touched your arm to ask if he could buy you a drink. With an apologising smile you tell him that you're good. He shrugs and walks away.

The boy whose actions you've been following the last hour is your ex. You two were happy, but something went wrong four days ago and you left in rage. You know he is already seeing someone else, but you aren't ready to let him go.

With a sigh you slip down from the high chair, heels hitting the floor, check your dress and walk towards him. He's currently dancing on his own, which is good, because you would hate to have to be blocked by some girl in a too small dress, who only cares about him being famous. As soon as you come into his vision field he freeze.
"Hi" you say.
"Hey" He swallows.
You put your arms around his neck, and he swallows again.
"How are you?" You ask, as you sway slowly to the fast song, bringing him into the rhythm.
"Good." He's quiet for a while. "How are you?" You can see true concern in his eyes. A gentleman as always.
"I'm good." You look deep into his eyes until he looks away. Your gaze drops to the floor, your heels, making you the same height as him, being more interesting then seeing his heart crushing gesture.

He starts to pull away.
"I should go..." He mumbles and turns away.
Fear spread in your heart, and on two seconds you have pulled him to face you again, kissing him hard. He immediately respond, like it's a part of his human programming, and it feels so easy, like running without obstacles to stop you. Your heart beats so hard in your chest, and your eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

As soon as the kiss ends he lifts you up bridal, and carries you out of the club, starting a new kiss every time the last one ends.
He put you in his car, and drives to his apartment. Pulling you inside he pushes you up against the door and kisses you roughly. You push of his jacket from his shoulders and kick of your heels. Your hands tangle into the other's hair, tugging impatiently, pulling each other closer. He lifts you up again and carry you to his bedroom.

*Next morning*

You wake up in a not unfamiliar room. To wait for the surprise to hit you is unnecessary, you are fully aware of what happened last night. Pushing the covers of you hear noises downstairs, signalising he's down in the kitchen. Your feet hits the cold floor as you get up, picking up your dress and underwear. You pull it on, together with one of his dress shirts that lays on the floor. Lastly you sink down on his side of the bed. His phone is charging on the nightstand. Pressing the power button, you press in the code. It unlocks, and you chuckle with a small shake of your head. Sentimental boy. The code is your birthdate, and he still kept it. Maybe didn't expect to meet you again. You go in on contacts, and search for his nickname for you. Two presses, and it's gone.

You pick up your heels in your hand, and with a small note on your pillow to him, to have good luck with his new girl, you walk down the stairs and out of his house, and life, for what you hope will be the last time.

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