Hello!! Ok, two things!
1) It is 6 A.M. and I didn't sleep last night, so this chapter will be shit!!
2) It's 6 bloody A.M. I woke up to go to school, but I am waaay too sick to go, so I will be at home all day drinking tea watching some telly and sleeping!
Ok, so this will be a imagine for all the Harry girls out there!! Yay!!
I am a Harry and Louis girl, ( so of course I ship Larry! Sorry for all the non believers out there!)
This may be a bit longer 'cause I am a Harry girl, but I just, I don't know _-_
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You were laying on your sofa, face down, crying your eyes out ( something you never do).
Your boyfriend of two years, the 'infamous' Harry Styles, had just broken up with you. You hadn't seen him since he had left for the America's, some months ago. He said he had met someone else and felt you two had drifted apart. It's true though, you thought to your self, We have drifted apart, but only because he has been on tour for so bloody long!!
You started crying even more, when there was a knock on the door. Groaning, you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your grey jumper and answered the door. There stood the curly haired lad you had fallen in love with oh so many years ago.
" I came to get my stuff," Harry huffed walking past you. Although, you couldn't help but notice his eyes were red and puff from what looked like crying.
Crossing your arms over your chest you turned to him, " You didn't meet someone else, why did you break up with me?" You raised an eyebrow, shocked at your confidence.
" I-I.. erm..umm" He stuttered out shocked you had figured it out.
" Tell me!" You roared, you wanted answers, and you always got what you wanted.
Harry mumbled something you couldn't understand.
Leaning forward, " Again?" You questioned his inaudible remark.
" M-management m-made me, [Y/N]. They said it wasn't good to be seen with a 'fan'" Harry used his fingers to make air quotes. " They said that it made me look desperate, and that you aren't famous. The list they made is huge.." He trailed off, looking down at his packed bag. " [Y/N] I love you, and do not want to do this, but I have to... My career has to come first, and right now we are really getting big.. I am sorry..." And with that he left your flat, and into the brisk weather outside.
*~ Months later ~*
" Come on, [Y/N]! Let's go to a club, you can't just stay here all the time." Perrie, your best friend, and yes Zayn Malik of One Direction's girlfriend. You and her had stayed in contact after Harry and you broke-up.
