Harry Styles Imagines

Mistake (Part 2)

Y/n's POV

    So far so good, the college life was everything I ever dreamed of.  After a month of living here in the dorm, it has opened a whole new world for me.  I even made new friends but of course Jordan will forever be #1.  I love my classes and better yet, I have completely forgotten what's-his-name.  Till Jordan called...

    "He what?!"  I exclaimed into the phone.

"That's what I'm saying, girl.  He came over; pouring out his heart about you and left saying he was gonna get his boo back. You." Jordan sighs on the other line.

"Maybe you should listen to him.  He said..."

I cut him off.

    "I don't give a rat's ass, Jo.  He hurt me in the worst way.  He could have told me this a long time ago and I would have understood.  But, now, if I see him, I'm going to punch him.  I cannot stand Harry Styles anymore.  Besides...I've moved on.  He should too.  Oh wait, he did."  I added the sarcastic remark.  "Bitch, I know how you must feel.  Hell, if it was me I would castrate the mother.  But, you didn't see what I saw in his eyes.  True pain.  Just, for me, let him explain."  Jordan said.  Taking a deep breath, I tried calming down.  But I was still so angry.  "I hate it when you ask me to do things for you." I growled.

    After banging my head on the wall, phone still pressed against my ear, "Fine.  I'll give him a chance when I see him."  I rolled my eyes and made silly angry faces at the phone, mocking Jordan.  "Don't you mock me, little whore."  He scowled.  I stopped and looked around, seeing if he was about to pop out of a door.  "You better talk to him or I'm gonna lock you both up in a room and force you two to work it out before I bitch slap yo' ass."  Then he hung up.  I pulled the phone away with a shocked face and stared at it. 

"Drama queen."  I shut off my phone and go sit on the bed.

I grab my pillow and inhaled deeply,

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" 

I muffled my screaming into the pillow.  I fell back against the bed, sighing.  "I hate my life as of now."  I muttered to no one. 

    A few days have passed and so far no Harry.  I knew it was too good to be true.  Part of me wanted him to come back and beg me to take him back, not that I would.  But, I can't help but miss him sometimes.  I miss our cuddles at night, watching horror movies together and romance.  Going out on dates.  Him surprising me in the most unpredictable ways.  Why....why did he do this to us?  I shook my head at the thought, I shouldn't be wallowing in my self-pity anymore. 

    After class was finally over, I went to the nearest Starbucks, "One tall White Chocolate Mocha espresso, please.  Extra foam." 

I sat down at the nearest table and waited for my order. 

"Y/n."  I heard someone whisper.

I turned but didn't see anyone.  I shrugged it off and got out my Night Play book by Sherrilyn Kenyon (My favorite book, her work is must reads and she's got a TV show coming out based on her books. SO EXCITED!) 

    "Y/n!"  The whisper started again.  I looked but still...

    "Y/n!" This time it was a little louder and seemed to be coming from a hooded figure.  I squint my eyes at the figure, he looks up and pulls his hoodie up just a little bit and takes off his sunglasses, "Y/n."  Harry whispers. 

    "Harry?!" I whisper furiously.  "Y/n!"  The girls calls out my name and I get up to pick up my order and then head to Harry's table.  "Harry, what the hell are you doing here?" I speak softly but furiously.  He places his sunglasses back over his eyes, "I wanted to talk to you but too many fans found out I was here.  Please, hear me out."  He reaches to grab my hand but I snatch it out of the way, "I gave you a chance to explain yourself months ago but I got shit.  Now, go back to you little toy slut and get infested with god knows how many diseases and leave me alone."  I said.  I roll my eyes and storm out of the place and of course, Harry follows me out, "Y/n, please!  It was management." He runs after me and grabs my arm, "Management forced me to dump you and go out with that girl.  I fought but they threaten my career."  He said, panting after running.  "Oh so," I lick my lips, "Your job is more important than our relationship.  Oh yeah, that sums it up." I said sarcastically and rip my arm out of his hand.  "Y/n, that's not what I meant.  I didn't want to give up what we had but I didn't want to give up my job."  He said.  "Harry, they couldn't have fired you even if they tried.  You're Harry Styles!  The face of One Direction!  How can anyone fire that?  You just lost me for bullshit." I turn to walk away but he catches up, "I know! I know!  And I'm sorry!"  He runs to stand in front of me.  He sighs and takes off his disguise, "Baby, I love you.  I always will love you.  Please, can't we start over?  I promise to never make another stupid mistake ever again.  Please."  He gets down on his knees, begging.  I shook my head, "Harry, I love you too.  I love you so much."  He had a glint of hope in his smile.  "But you blew it.  You blew it big time."  I turn and walk away in the other direction, not before catching the heart breaking look on Harry's face.  I winced when I hear a group of girls screaming Harry's name and him running away from them.