Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 3 Too Late To Apologise

* Y/N stands for your name *
* Y/B/F stands for your best friends name*

YOUR POV

I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried myself.

I pulled on my sweats and hoodie, and used the towel to dry my hair.

I stepped out of the bathroom, happily humming to myself and feeling a lot better.

"Hey Y/B/F," I called as I padded down the hallway. "We're out of that shampoo you like. I can stop by the store tomorrow if you - "

My breath caught in my throat and I froze in the doorway of the living room.

There he stood, in all his perfection, with the most hurt look on his face.

He wore the leather jacket I loved and a pair of snug fitting black jeans.

His hands were deep in his jeans pockets and his shoulders were slumped.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

"Hi," he drawled.

I looked towards Y/B/F and she gave me a very apologetic look.

I turned on my heel and raced out of the room, heading straight for my bedroom.

As I pushed the door forcefully, hoping to slam it, it stopped just an inch of shutting.

"You can't just shut me out Y/N," he snapped.

"I can do whatever the hell I want," I spat.

"Why did you leave?" he asked.

I inhaled deeply, hating the hurt that I could hear in his voice.

I prayed that the hurt was because he liked me too but I knew deep down that he didn't.

"It doesn't matter," I said, brushing him off.

"I know we slept together Y/N. I just want to know what happened after that," he inquired.

"You passed out. That's all," I shrugged.

"That's bullshit!" he yelled.

He slammed the door shut and stomped towards me.

I span around to face him and backed up, creating space.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" he asked, demanding I answer.

"It's awkward," I said, only telling half the truth.

He laughed once without humour and began pacing.

"Can't we just get past this. Forget it happened and move on," he suggested.

"I don't think I can. It hurt me too much and it's too awkward," I said.

When he looked at me with misunderstanding clear in his eyes, I shook my head.

"It's complicated," I told him.

"It doesn't have to be," he said softly.

"Yes it does Michael!" I yelled.

I took a shaky breath, running a hand through my hair.

"It does," I said quietly.

He watched me with eyes full of sorrow and regret.

And it made it even more painful.

"I think you should leave," I tell him. "It's too complicated and there's no point in us being friends anymore. This has just ruined it all."

He scoffs and frowns angrily.

"I will be civil when it comes to seeing the boys. They're still my friends and I still want to see them. And I know that means seeing you too so for their sake, I won't make things awkward," I explained.

I moved towards the bed and sat on the edge.

"But I can't go on pretending everything's fine between us," I added.

He growled and marched over to me.

"What does that even mean? I didn't do anything. It takes two to tango you know," he snapped, clearly offended.

I stood up and pointed at him angrily, my lips tight and my cheeks flushed.

"Yes you did Michael! You have a girlfriend for gods sake. A fucking girlfriend and you slept with me. That should never have happened," I yelled at him.

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped.

"I don't have a fucking girlfriend! Hazel isn't my girlfriend. She's just someone that satisfies my needs. She means nothing to me," he groaned.

I fell back on the bed, crossing my legs and glared at him angrily.

Hearing him say those words made me wonder if that was all I was to him too.

And maybe that was why he was pissed, because I'd walked away.

He probably just wanted another "booty call".

"Leave!" I hissed.

"What?" he asked.

"Get out!" I seethed.

"Y/N, don't - "

"Leave! Now!" I yelled, pointing to the door.

He opened his mouth to speak, the words seeming to get lost, caught in his throat.

And then he growled and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

I listened for the front door and when I heard the slam, I fell forward on the bed and sobbed.

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