Harry Styles Imagines

#Harry#Part2

~Harry's POV

Today was (Y/N)'s and mine 5 month anniversary. I wasn't really myself, while we were recording a few songs. I was too excited to get home and spend at least the rest of the day with her. I left the studio a little bit earlier, so I could get some dinner for us.

Once I arrived at our favourite restaurant, I sat down at a table in the back, waiting for a waiter to show up. After what felt like hours I ordered our dinner as takeout and waited for the waiter to return with the food.

But, oh joy, someone approached my table and it was not the waiter.

Miranda.

"Harry." She smirked and sat down next to me.

"What?" I snapped at her. Of all the days she had to show up today.

"No reason to be so rude, I'm just here to spend some time with my boyfriend." She emphasised the word 'boyfriend'.

"I'm not in the mood for your stupid jokes."

"Well Harry, I'm not joking. After what my management had told me, you are my boyfriend." She put her hand on my tight.

I hate her. I hate her management. I hate everybody who is in on this shit. Even myself.

"This." I waved my hand between us. "Isn't real. It's only a PR stunt."

"It's not easy for models to become famous. But a relationship with Harry Styles is going to make me famous." She ran her hand up and down my tight.

"Enough." I whisper yelled at her and removed her hand from my tight.

"It's her, isn't it? Your little girl is the reason why you don't want to be with me."

"First, she has a name. Second, even if I weren't with (Y/N) I wouldn't be with you." I turned to face her.

She looked at me and then around the restaurant, a smug smirk spreading across her face as she looked at me again. Before I could realise what she's doing, she placed herself on my lap.

"What are you doing? Get off." I tried to push her off of my lap, but she didn't move.

"Listen Harry. You're doing what I say, understand. Otherwise I'm telling management that you broke the rules of the contract. And you know what my management is able to do. You know what they could do to her."

I sighed and slowly nodded my head. I knew what they were able to do. One klick and (Y/N)'s whole life could be ruined. And it would have been my fault.

"Good. And now, let's be a happy couple. Kiss my cheek and look at me, like you're head over heels for me." She instructed.

How would I be able to look at someone like her, the way I look at (Y/N). That doesn't work. Only (Y/N) is causing these butterflies in my stomach, only she could make my heart race and only she could make the whole world stop, when we're together.

"Now Harry." Miranda spoke through gritted teeth.

I had no other choice. I closed my eyes for a second and imagined, that I'm at home with (Y/N). That she is sitting on my lap and that I'm talking to her. I opened my eyes again and kissed her cheek. It felt horrible. She giggled and I closed my eyes again, mentally slapping myself over and over.

As I opened them again my whole world stopped. Everything was a blur, my eyes were focused on the broken girl in front of me. Everything happened in slow motion. I watched the colour vanishing from off her face. Her pink lips were trembling and numerous tears streamed down her cheeks. Her eyes already red and puffy. She opened her mouth, but nothing, except a sob came out. She looked into my eyes. Her eyes weren't the usual bright ones, they were darker and full of pain. My chest was aching by the way she looked at me. My heart shattered into billion of small pieces as she turned around and left the restaurant.

Fuck.

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Part 3 when I write it. Kittens ❤️🐱❤️

-C xx