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He Cheats on you. (Harry)

(Y/N)’s POV

I am probably the happiest girl on earth. Tomorrow Harry and I will officially become husband and wife. After years of ups and downs, we’ve made it. This will be the beginning of our new lives.

Harry asked if he could go out with his friends for a bachelor party before we tie the knot. He promised me that he wasn’t going to do all that nasty stuff and I fully trust him. After being together for four years, he’s definitely earned my trust. I think he said they were going out and going to go to a club, but I’m more than sure he won’t cheat on me; that’s just not Harry. In four years, he’s been nothing but faithful to me, and I absolute adore him for that.

Harry and his bachelor party left maybe four hours ago. It’s already 10 PM so I should be getting some sleep. I lie down on my bed and close my eyes. For some reason I have a weird feeling in my stomach, but I know it’s probably nothing. Maybe something with the food my bachelorette party and I tried today. I soon drift off to sleep, excited for tomorrow.

-

I slowly open my eyes, awakened by the noise of banging on my door. I sleepily get out of bed and walk to the door. I open my eyes to see…Louis?

“Louis?” I said yawning. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer. He just took a hold of my wrist and led me down the hall. We stopped in front of a room. “Uhm, Louis? Would you mind telling me what we’re doing?”

Louis looked at me with sad eyes. “(Y/N), you know that I love you like a sister. You’re one of the most amazing girls I’ve ever met, of course aside from Eleanor. But in all conclusions, just know that I’m doing this for your best interest.” He said looking me straight in the eye.

I am seriously confused, “Louis? Would you just mind telling me what you’d like to get off your chest?” I said.

“Why don’t you just see?” He motioned to the door.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I opened it up to see Harry lying on the bed. I was about to ask what was wrong, but then I saw it. Or more like I sawher.

Harry was in bed with what seemed to be a stripper. Harry is not even drunk, and he’s snogging her right now.

The stripper said, “I had a great time last night, love. I would love to see more of you later.” She winked at him. I had pure disgust on my face.

Harry winked back and pulled her into a rough kiss. He has a smirk on face, like he was proud of himself. That bastard.

She walked out pushing past me not knowing who I was. Harry still didn’t notice me until he looked up, his smirk fading away.

“Uhm, (Y/N). It’s NOT what it looks like.” He said getting up and pulling his boxers on.

Tears started streaming down my face. I looked away and whispered, “How could you?”

Harry was about to respond, but then I yelled, “How could you? On our wedding day? You’re so fucking disgusting, you pig! I hate you so much. This is absolutely absurd. I don’t even want to hear from you again, you hear me? I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, and I hate you!” I said, my voice cracking more with every ‘I hate you’, I said.

Harry started crying with a hurt look on his face. “Please, baby. Today is our wedding day. I love you so fucking much. We’ll get married and have a happy life together, I promise! This was a onetime mistake; I swear I will NEVER do it again. Come on, let’s get ready and get married today, please. This is supposed to be the happiest day of our lives.”