Harry Imagine for @laurenruby21
*Your POV*
It's Christmas Eve and you still don't have a tree up. Harry, being the stubborn boyfriend that he always is, put it off to the last second and still hasn't got it done. Currently, he is lying on the couch with a huge bag of Doritos. You cross your arms and chuck a pillow at his face. "BABE!" You yell. He looks over at you annoyed and puts the pillow on the ground. Oh hell no, he does not ignore you. "HAROLD. EDWARD. STYLES," you demand his attention. He ignores you still and you can't take it anymore.
You stride over to him confidently and grab the bag of Doritos out of his hand, a chip falling out from between his fingers. "Well that's rude," he states. You hold the bag away from him and glare down into his green eyes. "You said you'd put up the Christmas tree! Remember?!" You cross your arms, holding the bag away from Harry's grasp. "I'm much too lazy right now Lauren. Can't I just finish my bag of chips and-" "NO!" You protest and fling the bag across the room, it's contents spilling onto the floor but you don't care. "You promised you'd put up the Christmas tree! AND all those chips is bad for you!" You exclaim.
You were tired of asking Harry to put up the damn tree and now look, it's Christmas Eve with NO tree up. What the hell has kept him from doing it anyways?!
Harry groans and swings his feet off the couch, sitting up. "Look Lauren, the tree isn't that important." "Not important?! Harry where are the gifts going to go?!" You're yelling but who cares. You want that tree up and you want it now. "Put it up Harry!" "OKAY! OKAY! STOP YELLING AT ME!" He gets off the couch and heads towards the designated tree area that you had set up almost a month ago. "Don't get snippy with me!" You watch as he bends down to empty the contents of the fake tree onto the floor, then sits down and stares at all the pieces. "Well?! What now?!" You say annoyed, going over to him. "Would you just stop yelling please? Please Lauren. I'm begging you," he pleads suddenly, throwing you off guard. You shut your mouth and walk over to him, dropping to the floor beside him. "I'm sorry...I just-" he stops you with a kiss.
This kiss hurts your heart. You can feel the passion but it's laced with pain. His beautiful lips mold against yours gently, oh so gently, but painfully harsh. And then you feel a tear drip from his eyes to your cheek. You gasp and pull away, looking into his green eyes. "Harry?" You whisper, putting your hand on his cheek. His bottom lip quivers and he looks away from you suddenly. "Harry?!" You repeat. Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong. You can feel it. "What happened?" You ask quietly, trying once again to make him look at you but he's stubborn. "We need to break up...," he whispers. You feel your heart stop. You can't believe what he's saying. "What are you-" "We can't be together anymore." He interrupts. "I don't understand Harry, why-" "You're not good enough for me." He says coldly. You hate how you can't see into his green eyes. You need to search for the lie in his eyes that will tell you this is all a joke. "You're joking right babe? This is just because you don't want to put up the tree? You can't really want to break-" "I do. You're cold. You're mean. You yell. I hate you," he says and you gasp involuntarily. You refuse to believe his words. He wouldn't mean that...he can't mean that. Didn't that kiss between you mean anything to him?! He had to know that there was love between both of you, a love that no one could compete with.
"Harry please," you beg him, grabbing his huge hands. "Please babe, you're upset. I get it. I'm mean at times, I'm harsh, I yell," you plead. You can't imagine your life without the curly haired boy. He was the first guy you fell for and the only one you thought you could need. This all had to be some kind of sick practical joke. It had to be. "No. Lauren, we're done. We can't be together anymore," he says and you can hear the finality in his voice. You drop his hands and grab his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes. He looks back shamefully, his green eyes betraying him. "Why are you doing this?" You demand to know. "We can't be together anymore," he repeats. "But why Harry?!" "I CHEATED OKAY?! I'm still cheating!" He yells suddenly, shocking you with the volume. Your hand drops into your lap and you can feel your mouth hanging open. Harry has been cheating on you. Your Harry. "Why?" You whisper brokenly. You feel not good enough. You've always felt that way but now you know you really aren't. This was all some stupid game or experiment of his. Dating you for two years and now reveals he's been cheating?! This can't be real. It can't be.
