Harry Styles Imagines <3

//Are you okay?//

"No Dylan, not again." I whisper, tears streaming down my face.

"C'mon babe, it was a mistake." He says, reaching out and placing his hand on my cheek. I push it away, and storm across the room to grab his phone.

"Type in the passcode" I say.

"No, why would I do that?" An amused expression crosses his face.

"So I can see if there are any more girls you are speaking to."

"I'm not speaking to any other girls, I love you." He steps closer. "You should trust me."

"I should trust you! Are you serious Dylan! You cheated on me once, I accepted that it was a mistake. Then you cheated on me again, and I took you back because I love you. This is the third time, so why should I trust you?" I vent, trying to make him understand.

"But Isla-" He begins.

"No, save it. I don't want to know. I pity the next girl to fall for you, because it will just end up like this." I wipe the tears from my face, heading to the door. "So many lies, how did I not realise?" I say to myself.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I'll be home in five minuets." I mock him. "I'm a virgin Isla." That was probably the worst one. I have him everything, but he was lying to my face the whole time.

I sigh, opening the door.

"Isla wait." He shouts from across the room. I pause, turning back to look at him.

"What?"

"I love you." He whispers.

"Out of all the lies, that one is my favourite." I say, before slamming out of his house. I run down the path to my car, trying to be as quick as I can because I can hear him coming after me. I climb in, slamming the door.

"Isla." He shouts.

"Just leave me alone Dylan." I shout back, and speed off down the road. The tears begin to fall faster and faster, until I can barely see.

I pull over to the side of the road, otherwise I will end up crashing. I place my head in my hands, and my body convulses as all the anger and hurt come out.

"Oh my god." I jump when someone knocks on the window. I look out, and see Harry Styles standing on the pavement. I have wanted to meet him for years, but this is the worst imaginable timing. I roll down the window.

"Um, hey." I stutter, wiping my face quickly.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asks, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I'm f-fine." I stutter.

"No, you're not." He frowns. "And you can't drive like this either, would you like me to give you a lift?"

"That is v-very kind of you, but my car?" I ask, not wanting to decline the offer.

"Leave it here, I can drive you back here to pick it up whenever." He smiles, and I find myself giving a weak smile in return.

"That would be lovely." I get out of the car, grabbing my bag and locking it behind me. I have stopped crying now, but I'm sure I would be if I was alone.

"That's my car there." He points to a black Range Rover at the end of the street. "What is your name?"

"My name's Isla."

"I'm Harry."

"I know, I'm a huge fan by the way." He smiles when I say that.

"Oh, well I don't-" He begins, but is cut off by someone shouting.