He couldn’t stand the fact that she had moved on from him. It’s only been a couple of months since they broke up & she already met someone new. It drove him mad.
"I can’t believe she’s dating that wanker. He probably doesn’t even know left from right." Harry growled at his best friend Louis. They were sitting in a popular bar that (Y/N) attends all the time with her girlfriends.
He looked over at the dance floor again, hoping to find her dancing with one of her girl friends. But she wasn’t dancing with a girl friend, she was dancing with a loser that looked like a wanna-be Zayn.
"Slow down mate. If you have a problem with her dating someone else, then you should of tried to get her back after you broke up with her." Louis rolled his eyes at his friend.
"I know I should of. But I thought it was best that we weren’t together anymore at the time. I thought it was best for her."
"The problem was is that you thought you were doing the right thing by following your gut feeling. But you didn’t listen to her when she tried to plead with you to not break up with her. She loved you, Harry. She still does. She keeps looking over here. She doesn’t want that asshole."
Harry looked back over at (Y/N) & their eyes locked. She bit her lip & continued dancing sexier on her partner. The swivel of her hips increased as did their stare down.
"I’m going to get my woman." Harry stated. He started to get up from the stool but Louis pulled him down.
"You know I’m all for that, but this guy may start a war with you, Harry."
"I don’t give a f*ck." Harry chugged the last of his beer & looked back onto the dance floor. He saw (Y/N) leave her boyfriend & disappear into one of the back hallways heading to the back of the bar.
Harry followed her & when he got up close to her, he grabbed her wrist & pressed her against the wall. The hallway was dimly lit & all he could hear was their heavy breathing over the bass of the music. (Y/N) immediately knew who grabbed her. She remembered his delicious scent to know it was him.
"Harry." She breathed. He tucked one of his curls behind her ear & inhaled her sweet scent.
"What are you doing with him, (Y/N)?" Harry asked, his voice deep & husky.
"I wanted to get over you." She answered honestly.
"And how’s that working out for ya, love?" Harry leaned in closer, his mouth inches away from hers.
"It isn’t." She put her hand at the nape of Harry’s neck & pulled his mouth to hers. Harry groaned into the kiss. Their tongues laving at each other. Harry couldn’t get enough of her taste, fruity & minty, just the way she always tasted.
"Harry." She moaned. Harry’s lips trailed down her neck & he sunk his teeth into her skin, then sucking on the mark he just created.
"Mine." He nipped at her earlobe & she chuckled.
"Always." She said softly.
"(Y/N), you back here, honey?" A soon as Harry heard that male voice that was calling his woman, his possessive instincts kicked in.
"She’s over here." Harry replied. He put his arm securely around her hip & tugging her to him.
"Harry Styles?" He laughed. He turned to (Y/N). "What the f*ck are you doing with him?"
Harry stepped forward. “You got somethin’ to say, asshole?”
"Yeah. Back the f*ck off my woman." The guy shoved Harry & Harry stumbled backwards a bit, before laughing darkly. He cranked his arm backwards before bringing it forward & connecting it with the guy’s jaw.
