Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Part 3 - Still In Love With My Ex (H.S)

* Y/N stands for your name *

* Warning : This scene is a sex scene so if you're uncomfortable with that, then don't read *

The drive back to the hotel was silent.

He sat in his seat, eyes focused forward and hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

I shifted my body in the seat so that I could face him.

Why was he acting like this was nothing, like we were nothing?

He was making me angry.

I didn't want this, I didn't want this to be the way it ended.

This was a complete contradiction to the way I felt before.

I'd acted like this is what I wanted, I wanted this to be the end.

But I didn't want it to end like this.

I wanted him to at least be hurt, show some pain, as harsh as that was.

But instead he was showing pure ignorance to the whole thing, he was acting like he wasn't even affected.

I was pissed off.

"Why are you taking it so easily?" I asked.

He looked across at me, very taken aback by my outburst.

"What?" he laughed.

He laughed at me.

Now he was taking this as a laughing matter!?

Was he purposely trying to piss me off?

"This isn't a laughing matter Harry!" I snapped. "Why are you not more affected by this? Why aren't you yelling at me?"

He laughed harshly, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. "What do you want from me Y/N?" he seethed. "You ask me to move on and when I do, you tell me I'm doing it wrong? What other way is there to move on?"

"You could at least act like you're upset, instead of laughing about it and pretending I meant nothing to you," I cried.

I crossed my arms over my chest and slouched back in my seat.

My lips were set in a tight line, my eyebrows furrowed as I stared out of the window.

He swerved the car, pulling up at the side of the road and slammed it into park.

"I'm not a fucking mind reader Y/N. What do you what?" he growled, glaring over at me.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled, sitting up in my seat.

Why had he stopped?

"What do you want?" he repeated, through tight lips.

"I don't know," I whispered.

"Well you need to think. Make up your fucking mind because I can't," he snapped, slamming his fists on the steering wheel.

The loud bang made me jump and he cursed under his breath, before hastily climbing out of his car.

He paced back and forth, in front of the car and I watched for several minutes, almost too afraid to get out and confront him.

He continued pacing, his hands fisted in his hair, tugging at the ends, as he spoke to himself.

I pulled together the courage and clambered out of the vehicle.

I stayed beside the passenger door, and gave him some time to pull himself together.