Harry styles Imagines (Book 1)

Bust your windows

Your POV

I stepped in my boyfriend’s apartment, tossing my car keys onto the counter. The apartment was unusually dark for it to only be eight o’clock, but I shook my head, deciding that Harry was probably in the bedroom watching TV again. I kicked off my heels, groaning softly at the feeling of relief that washed over my aching feet. If anything, I was probably going to sweet talk Harry into giving me another foot massage. Lord knows I needed one tonight.

Pausing to check the contents of the fridge despite already knowing any food I put in there would already have been eaten, I heard a loud moan echo around the apartment. Immediately, my head snapped up, and I turned towards the bedroom.

Was that Harry? No, it couldn’t have been him. The sound was way too feminine. I gently closed the fridge door before tiptoeing across the kitchen to the pantry, where I knew Harry kept an old baseball bat. My fingers wrapped around the grip, and I pulled it out of its spot, once again cringing when I heard the noise. Who the hell was in here?

Gripping the bat tightly, I quietly ambled down the dark hallway, pausing at the bedroom door. I pressed my ear against the cool, wood, this time hearing a familiar deep voice huskily whispering, “You like that?”

Unable to contain myself, I threw open the door, my face contorting into a look of disgust and shock at the scene I was witnessing. *GIF* Harry was laying in bed, on top of a thin blonde woman, whose red lipstick had left stains all along his collarbone and neck.

Her blue eyes widened at the sight of me, and she pushed Harry off of her, struggling to gather up the sheets so she could cover herself. My boyfriend, looked at her in confusion, attempting to figure out why she had froze, but when he noticed where her gaze was heading, he too stopped all movement.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbled. He leapt out of the bed, snatching a pair of boxers off of the nightstand.

Tears clouding my vision, I turned away from the scene. My breaths were coming out in rugged, uneven gasps, and I leant against the wall to collect myself. My chest felt like someone had plunged a knife into it, causing me to gasp loudly, a few tears spilling from my eyes. I angrily wiped them away just as Harry’s hand landed on my shoulder.

At the feeling of his skin making contact with mine, I jerked away, the pain hitting me even harder. To think that I once sought the same touch for comfort and love had me ready to be sick.

How many other women had he fucked in that bed while having me under the pretense that he was being faithful?

My heart lurched painfully, and I grabbed my chest, as I stomped away from him, the bat still clutched in my hand. He tried to grab me again, but I swung at him with bat, watching in frustration as he ducked just in time.

“What the fuck, (Y/N)?” he screamed. He looked at me in shock, and I shook my head, causing more tears to spill.

How could he? After being with him for 5 years, he thought it was OK to bring some random bitch in here? He didn’t think it would hurt me?

I turned away, making my way out of his apartment. He followed me, still yelling, and several nosy neighbors poked their heads out of the doors to see what altercation was occurring now. Harry and I had multiple yelling matches that had resulted in several complaints, but I doubt they had ever happened on this scale.

“Seriously, just calm the fuck down,” he screamed. He tried to grab me again, but I moved out of the way, storming out of the building.

A few of the neighbors stood in the windows, peering out over the parking lot I was now entering.

I approached his expensive new car, remembering how excited he was when he got it. He talked for days on end about how nice the shiny, new, red paint looked when the sun hit it, and how great it drove on the highway. As I approached the vehicle, feelings of rage and anger swirling inside me, I noticed a purse resting in the passenger seat along with a condom wrapper. Freezing, I stared inside in shock.  

All sadness that was in me washed away, churning into hatred. My breath broke, and I sobbed loudly now. I tried to wipe away the tears, only to have more replace them. My whole heart felt like it had been ripped out, and stomped on by him. He fucked some skank in this car while he wouldn’t even let me eat in it.

“Baby,” he spoke softly, grabbing my shoulders and turning me around so that I could face him. His hands gently moved to cup my face, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks. Out of instinct, I leaned into his touch, searching for the feelings of love he once evoked. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

His lips met mine in a tentatively. His hands moved to hold the back of my head as he deepened the kiss, and I sighed softly, my grip on the bat momentarily loosening. My eyes opened slightly, and I shook my head, trying to push away from him. His grip on me tightened, causing me to bite down on his lip. He cursed; his eyes widening with shock as he grabbed his now bleeding lip.

“Fuck you,” I yelled, pointing the bat at him. “Fuck you for running around with this trick and making me think you loved me.”

Not waiting for his response, I swung the bat. It connected with his car window, shattering the glass. I heard him swear behind me, and I swung again, slamming the bat onto the windshield. With each swing, I could fell my tears falling harder.

When I was done, I dropped the bat, collapsing onto the ground. I looked up at him through my teary eyes. Harry’s eyes were filled with remorse, and I screamed in frustration, throwing the bat at him. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that I put in all those years, and he could play with my emotions like that, that he could tell me he loved me and not mean it.

“Baby-”

“No,” I interrupted him. “You can’t play with me like this, Harry. I loved you, and I wanted to spend my life with you,” I screamed. I stood up, walking over to him. He looked away, and I shoved him, frowning when he didn’t move. “You deserve to feel what I feel. You shouldn’t just stand there like everything’s OK,” my voice cracked. “You broke me, Harry.”

He looked down. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Angry at his half ass excuse, I screamed again. “Fuck you.”