Harry Styles Imagines

•Liam Fancies You.•

NOT MINE. CREDITS TO THIS BEAUTY.

http://chrissysmith257.tumblr.com/post/95885874331/preference-22-youre-his-girlfriend-and-he-gets

No one had ever made me jealous to the point I couldn't take it anymore. No one had ever made my blood boil or head steam. No one had ever brought me to the edge, where I could look over and see my limits.

But then again, I was with Y/N, the only one for me.

And that was one of my best mates, wrapping his arms around her.

I knew the look on his face.

He had only shown it around one or two girls before, but those were just girls. People I didn't know the names of.

This was my girlfriend, the one I loved.

"Harry!" Y/N giggled as I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. I pecked a kiss to her neck, loving the shivers it sent through her body.

I glanced up at Liam, who looked crazy uncomfortable in front of us, and smirked at him, "So...I see you met my girlfriend, Y/N."

"Yeah...I did."

"I was going to introduce her to all of you later, but that's okay," I smiled, keeping one of my hands on her hip.

"Well, she is definitely everything you said she was and more," Liam gave her a small smile, making her blush.

Only I could make her blush.

"You flatter me, Liam," she grinned widely, putting a hand to her chest. "And I can definitely say the same of you. Harry talks about you all the time."

"Really? All good I hope..." he looked at me with one of those goofy smiles on his face, and I instantly felt guilty...

Come on. This guy was my best mate. We've been together for almost five years now...He would never do anything to jeopardize my relationship with Y/N.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Y/N. I know we'll become closer as the tour goes on; I can tell you're a girl that's easy to get along with," Liam chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets.

Well, there goes any amount of guilt I felt.

*****

"You're very late," Louis observed with a smirk as I entered the common room.

I shrugged, running a hand through my messy curls.

"What's with your hair...?" Niall trailed off when he saw my cheeky grin. "Oh..."

Liam hung his head, letting it rest on his fist while he lounged on the arm of the couch, "Where is she?"

"Just fixing herself up," I said, walking over to the mirror and pulling my hair up. I pretended to examine my neck for how much damage I had gotten, but in all actuality, I was showing off the tiny bruises Y/N's lips had made.

"Are you going to stop any time soon?" Liam snarled, making me meet his eyes in the mirror.

"Why?" I turned around, crossing my arms over my chest. "Does it bother you?"

"A little. Yes," he nodded with a scowl.

"Why? It shouldn't, Liam," I leaned back against the mirror. "She's my girlfriend, after all."

Liam just glared at me, while the boys looked back and forth, trying to figure out what to do in such a situation.

Fortunately, none of us had to do anything because Y/N decided to enter then.

"Whoa..." her eyes widened. "What's with the tense atmosphere? I thought you guys were all friends."

"We are..." I realized, frowning, as I looked away from Liam and walked over to her.

What was I doing?

I took her hand in mine and faced my mates, "Guys...this is Y/N..."

While all the boys came over to introduce themselves, I sat down next to Liam, who looked completely and utterly broken.

"Look..." I sighed, resting my elbows on my knees, "I'll promise to keep the PDA to a minimum if you promise me that you'll get over her."

Liam looked over at me; a smile crept onto his lips, "Thanks, Harry..."

I shook my head, putting my hand on his shoulder, "She's quite the catch...I can't exactly blame you..."

We both caught her eye, and she gave us one of her dazzling smiles.

"You're a lucky bastard..."

I returned her smile, "I know. Believe me, I know."