One direction imagines

Harry " jealous of dancers "

Written by meganstyles00

"Good luck, Zo." My boyfriend, Harry, said to me. "Thank you." I reach up to kiss his cheek and he pulls me in and kisses my lips. "Hmmm." He grunts basically. So I walk off in my tutu and tights. It's almost time for me to perform.

The lights are bright on the stage. But we nail the dance routine. It was my first time being the main girl and all the guys surround me. I got to fly and it was an amazing feeling. Whenever Curtis had his arms wrapped around I felt a little claustrophobic. But it's all part of being a dancer. You just have to do what you are told.

"Harry!" I scream running towards him. But he doesn't look happy. "What's wrong?" I say when I get to him. "What's wrong? What's wrong? You never told me that all these guys would be handling you like that!" I cocked my eyebrow at him. "You just let them touch you. Like you are a whore!" "Woah Harry. That's enough. It's part of dance. Especially contemporary. No, I didn't like them touching me. But I also wasn't giving up my spot because of it either. I would rather you be the one touching me like that. But you refuse to dance again. You know they would make you a lead. And I could be your partner." He scoffs. "Hell no! We've discussed this. I'm not dancing again. Don't bring it up. Ever. Okay? Got it. Let's go." He jerks my arm but I stand firm where I'm at. "I said let's go, Zoey!" He says through his teeth. "No. I'm not going anywhere with you."

He tries to pull me again, towards him. This time I scout a little. "Harold! I said no. You can't push. I mean pull me around. You've put your hands on me one to many times. We are done." He let's go of me and walks away. I lean back against the way and put my hand over my mouth so people won't hear me crying. Bryan, my best friend sees me. He was here to watch me compete. "What's wrong?" He says dropping the flowers in his hand and hugs me. "Harry and I broke up." I could hear the sigh coming."Where is he? I'll beat the shit outta him! I outta..." "It's okay Bryan. I broke up with him." I let out a deep breath. "Well congrats on the win tonight. Your dancing was flawless." I smile a little.

*ring, ring, ring*
"Hello" I pick up the phone. It's the middle of the night. "Zoey, I'm sorry." I sit up in my bed in realization who it was I am speaking too. "Goodbye, Harry." "Wait, wait, wait. Hear me out, will ya?" He stops me before I can hang up. "Hurry up you have thirty seconds. "You know I've never put my hands on you. What happened there was a mistake. I just got so worked up because those guys, might I add, really good looking guys, had there hands on every aspect of you. I hated it. I've probably never even touched you in some of those places. Forgive me, please. I can't be without you. You know that!" I huff. "Harry. What if I keep getting these parts and playing the main girl. Guys are going to be touching me more and more. And what if you snap and hurt me or one of them? It's not fair I would have to give up my dream for you basically. Not happening. I'm sorry." I began to tear up when he finally says something. I thought he hung up on me. "Fine. You can have all those men touch, grope, and practically molest you. Just take me, will you?" I sigh. "Let me think about it Harold. Call me tomorrow. Goodnight."

The next morning, there was a knock at my door. I opened it expecting to see Harry but it was Bryan. "Something bad happened." I stood there frozen as he moved past me. "Harry went ape shit. He destroyed his room at the frat house and broke all out bottles of alcohol for tonight's party. We can't find him anywhere. Is he here?" I shook my head no. "I might know where he is at." I slipped on my Uggs and ran out the door. All I had on was a tshirt, my booty shorts, and my Uggs. Wow what a fantastic outfit choice. I got in my car and sped off. I went to the cemetery where his granpa was buried. And I was right. He was there. "Harry." I whispered as I came up behind him. "Yeah?" He turned around. His eyes were all puffy from crying. "What's wrong?" I said getting on my knees beside him. "You left me." He said wiping his face. "You left me. And you aren't going to want me now knowing what I did." "Harry. I will always want you. No matter what happens. I love you." I hug him. "So you will take me back?" He sniffles. "Of course, Harold. But we have some things to talk about. Starting with why you went ape shit."