Harry Styles Imagines

He Cheats On You

You're anxiously sitting in the back of a cab, in a hurry to get back to your flat. You left your presentation sitting on the kitchen table. Forgetting something that important as an intern is a sure way to get fired, and that is the path you're heading on.

You've repeatedly called Harry, asking him to bring it to you, but he's not answering, probably in the shower.
You tap your foot even though you know it won't speed time up. You study your watch and observe as the seconds slowly tick off one by one. Why is it that when you need time to speed up, it seems to deliberately slow down?
You turn onto your street finally. The cab slowly comes to a stop outside of your flat. You tell the cab driver you'll be right back, and quickly head towards the doors. You wait for the elevator to make its way to you, but find it to slow you run up the stairs to the third floor.
When you get to the flat door, it's already unlocked.
"Harry?" You shout throughout the house. You find it strange that the door was unlocked.
When step through the door you immediately see a blouse strung across the floor. A surge of anger goes through you like someone shot you up with a syringe. You know what this means. You follow the trail of strewn clothes back to the bedroom. You slowly open the door, already knowing what you'll find. And then you find it.

"(Y/N) I-I...." Harry says, covering himself with the sheets.

We stare at each other, both our expressions horrified. His jaw remains open, his eyes wide with shock.

"I didn't think you were coming." He says, his voice soft and full of guilt.
Earlier you'd told him you wouldn't be home till way past your usual hours. If you would have known he was planning his sex schedule around you, you wouldn't have bothered mentioning it.

You stare at the girl he just rolled off of, before meeting his eyes again.

"I think you were just about to." You mutter bitterly. He doesn't find the joke funny. You turn on your heel, and head towards the door.
You hear his footsteps following behind you. But there's nothing he can say or do that will gain your forgiveness.

"(Y/N), wait!" He shouts after you, and for some reason you turn around.
His hair is messier than usual. Sex hair.

"You cheated on me. You fucking cheated on me, Harry!" You shout at him, your voice louder than ever before.

He stays where he is as you leave the flat, with no intentions of ever returning.