Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Part 1 - Still In Love With My Ex (H.S)

* Y/N stands for your name *

My phone rang on the bedside table, vibrating loudly and waking me from my deep slumber.

I groaned as a rolled over, quickly grabbing the phone and ending the offending noise.

I curled back under the covers, snuggling deep into the pillows when my phone rang again.

Jesus, whoever was ringing was persistent.

I reached across, answering the damn thing and put it to my ear.

"What?" I snapped.

"Well good morning to you too," Lizzie laughed.

I groaned, closing my eyes and willing sleep to come.

I did not want to be having this conversation so early.

"What do you want Lizzie?" I grumbled.

"Ooh, you're grumpy this morning!" she chirped.

"I'm not a morning person," I retorted.

She laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, I'll just get to the point. So, I've got us some tickets to go down to New York tomorrow for the week!" she gushed, letting out a squeal at the end of her sentence.

My eyes snapped open and I was fully at attention.

New York?!

I couldn't go there.

He'd be there.

I'd managed to stay away from him for over a year now and here she was throwing me right under his nose.

"Lizzie," I warned.

"Hey, don't start that shit now!" she said, the anger in her voice clear.

I frowned, as I pushed myself into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard.

"You can't hide away forever Y/N," she reminded me.

I knew that, she'd told me the same thing over and over again after the break up.

"It's been a year for gods sake. He's probably moved on by now. You sure as hell did," she recalled, making me cringe.

That didn't half sound bad.

But I didn't know which part of her lecture to focus on.

The part where she reminded me of my nightly missions, as I called them, or the part where she mentioned him with other girls.

Who was I kidding, he'd obviously moved on.

We hadn't even really had anything.

It wasn't even a relationship.

I'd met him whilst on a holiday to New York and we'd spent every second together, until the two weeks ended and I'd promised to keep in contact, via text and phone calls.

Of course, after a month and a half, I'd began to ignore all his attempts at contact.

I'd thought at the time, it was best to try and protect my heart.

But in the process I'd successfully managed to break two hearts.

"He might not even be there," Lizzie said, snapping me from my reverie.

"Really Lizzie. He practically lives there," I proclaimed.

"Yeah, and he also practically lives in LA! I guarantee that's where he is," she explained.