Imagine.. Rated R edition

Story of the Night - Reader, Zayn Malik and Harry Styles

 Dedicated to @heels97 because she requested this beauty!.. and because she kept texting me how he must have it! (Sorry if the scene isn't strong. I'll edit later!!)

   “I absolutely hate you guys!” you groan , your arms crossed as you glare at your best friend and Niall sitting across from you in a large couch being all cute and coupley. “You’re so depressing.”

    “Hey,” Niall chuckles, trying to keep your friend to stop trying to  playfully fight him. “Don’t hate the players-”

    “Hate the game!” your friend squeals and dives on Niall, his face in her chest. “We didn’t support you and Harry breaking up. I liked you dating someone so close to Niall,” she shrugs and Niall gives her that look that you wish Harry gave you. You can tell Niall truly loves the girl in his lap and no one can break their bond.

    Why couldn’t Harry just look at you that way? Was the last few years with him a lie?

    She wraps her arms around his neck and curls up in his lap, you envy them more and more each time you see them. You can’t help but remember all the times you were like that with Harry. You wish you could have that again, but then you remember why you broke up and Niall’s Irish accent rips you from your depressing thoughts.

    “I told you how Harry worked before you even started the relationship Y/N. The best I can say is let go, and embrace him as a friend. He’s a good one, that lad is, I’d risk my life for him; but not a relationship,” Niall says honestly.

    You drop your eyes from his and you look at the floor, but it doesn’t last long before you can feel your friend’s eyes burning into you. You look up and she’s observing you, cocking her head side to side and squinting.

    “W-” you start to speak.

    “You love him, that’s a matter of fact, but,” she hesitates. “I see how you see Niall and I. I know you hate that Niall looks at me in such a way that you want what we have. I know you Y/N, we’re not best friends for nothing. There IS a guy who looks at you like that but you’re just so blinded by those bright green eyes to not see the cow eyed boy on his knees every time he sees you! If that’s not love-”

    “Then we don’t know what love is,” Niall finishes. “Look, Y/N, the boys and I were going to go out to a club tonight. Why don’t you tag along, you know he’ll keep you company and Harry will hate him and himself for hurting you.”

    Your friend hits Niall playfully, “Niall’s a bad advice giver. You’re going to let the boy love you and you’re going to like it. This is not revenge on Harry. Harry’s just a stupid boy, let it go babe.”

    “Guys,” you arch a brow. “Niall had me at club,” you grin.

    You made sure to dress up as cute as you could, putting on your short, tight, red, swoop-backed, pearl embroidered dress. Your best friend insisted on loosely curled hair and a light smokey eye with black peep-toe heels and a light gloss on your lips before she and Niall shoved you into the car. Lou and Liam catcalled teasingly when they saw you arrive with your friends and you gave them a bright smile.

    “Daaaannnnggg, Zayn’ll love-” Louie starts to say before Eleanor hits him in the chest.

    “Lou!” she hissed under her breath.

    “You look nice Y/N,” Zayn flashes a smile.

    “You look nice!?!?” You stomp your foot and clench your fists after your inside the club and with your friend alone.