Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 6 - Possessive C.H

* Y/N stands for your name *

YOUR POV

He hadn't said much and I wondered what was running through his mind.

I turned to face him and noticed he was twisting the silver band on his finger nervously.

He wore a coffee-coloured shirt, with dark flower patterns circling the material, and black skinnies.

The jeans were tight as usual, showing off his physique and hard thigh muscles.

His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, with the top three or four buttons left open, and exposing his tanned chest.

The bird tattoos were on full view, with just the top of his butterfly tattoo peeking out, teasing the eye.

The sleeves were rolled up, showing off more tattoos and his toned arms.

Her hair was pushed over to one side, the curls hanging over his shoulders.

He seemed very edgy tonight and a little nervous, but I couldn't for the life of me tell why.

"You okay?" I asked.

He nodded.

"You sure?" I said again.

He nodded again.

He didn't attempt to answer me with speech and instead left me to read his very subtle body language and none existent facial expressions.

"Harry," I sighed.

His head hung low and he finally showed some signs of distress.

"Are you happy?" he asked, his voice so quiet I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me," he said, his voice quite harsh.

"What do you mean? Happy with what?" I inquired.

He wasn't really giving me anything to work with to try and figure out what the hell he meant.

"Like in life. With him," he explained.

He spoke about Calum with such disgust and pure venom.

"I'm happier than I could ever be," I said proudly.

He nodded his head, and turned away from me again.

"Why does that offend you so much?" I asked him.

He laughed harshly, and I cringed at his sudden change of attitude.

What had happened to the sweet, down to earth Harry I knew?

Where had he gone?

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