Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 11 - Possessive C.H

* Y/N stands for your name *

CALUMS POV

I'd been all ready to hunt her ass down last, but Ashton being the peace maker he is, demanded I go home.

He'd made sure I went home, taking a taxi with myself, Luke and Michael, and walking me in.

I hadn't managed to sleep even a little the whole night, my mind coming up with all kinds of scenarios of where she was or who she was with.

I just knew she was with him, she would have told me otherwise.

And I knew what he was doing.

He was feeding her all kinds of bullshit, trying his hardest to turn her against me.

How tempted I had been to go straight to his house last night after Ashton left.

But I knew she'd never forgive me if I did.

I'd already broken her trust in me with the incident last night.

I couldn't push her further away.

I phoned her again for what was the fifth time with no answer.

She was with him.

I just knew it.

I jumped up from my seat on the edge of the sofa and picked up the vase of flowers on the small table.

I launched it across the room, a roar ripping from my throat and it smashed against the mantelpiece.

I picked up the pillows off the sofa and chucked each one at the same spot, making them land onto the broken shards of glass.

I was broken.

The glass shattered around the pillows was like a horrible representation of my own heart.

I felt the tears, hot and wet, leaving marks down my cheeks as they dropped.

I needed to see her, I wanted to beg her to forgive me, beg to see the truth.

He was dark, he wasn't a good guy.

Harry was pure darkness.

And he was shrouding her in his lies and pulling her in.

I had to stop that from happening.

I grabbed my phone and shoved it deep into my back pocket before storming out of the house and slamming the door shut.

I jumped into my car and backed out the drive quickly, racing down the quiet streets of my neighbourhood.

I had one place I wanted to be.

One place with one person.

I wiped the back of my hands across my wet cheeks and breathed out deeply.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly in my hands and zoomed forward.

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I screeched to a stop in the middle of the street and jumped out of my car.

I left the door of the car open, not even taking the time to shut it and lock it.

I didn't have the patience for any of that.

I was angry, fuming even.

I charged up the pathway of the little terraced house and came to the door.

I didn't bother knocking, I just tried my luck with the door handle and turned it.

When it opened without effort, I smirked and stormed inside.

"Y/N!" I called out.

"I know you're here. Get your fucking ass out here! Now!" I yelled.

I slammed open the door leading to the hallway and saw that all the doors lined down the walls were open.

Except one.

I knew that one was his bedroom and I stamped down to it.

I crashed through the door, making it bang against the wall.

His head poked up from under the covers, his hair wild and matted against his forehead.

I yanked the covers off the bed, almost pulling him along with them.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he grumbled.

"Where is she?" I seethed.

My eyes darted back and forth across the room.

"She just left. You just missed her," he smirked.

I lurched at him, knocking him off the bed and landing on the floor in a heap.

"You're lying!" I screeched.

He just chortled and shoved at my chest.

"Don't believe me then. That's fine," he shrugged nonchalantly.

I growled and pushed him back.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket and I pulled it out, reading the message quickly.

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CALUMS POV

* Calum & Niall *

Niall: Y/N's at my house. She stayed over. She didn't want to tell you because she didn't think she needed permission to stay at a friends house. But I told her she needed to tell you because you would think she was at Harry's. She never went there. I put her in a taxi straight after the argument and took her straight to my house. She's here

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CALUMS POV

I only read the first four words and felt my heart race.

She wasn't here and she hadn't been.

Shit!

I'd doubted her when she'd told me the truth.

"This isn't over," I growled, pointing at his smug face.

I stormed out of the room, jogging to my car and climbed in.

I sped off, leaving the past 24 hours behind me.

I just hoped she could forgive me.

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