Harry Styles Imagines

But I can't live without you

So, today I thought it'd be the perfect day to surprise my boyfriend. It's his birthday and he still thinks I'm in America right now.

After about an hour long video chat conversation with him talking about how much he wishes I was in London, I decided I should catch the first flight here and make his wish come true.

I was currently sitting in his hotel suite in the little living room. The plans I planned tonight consisted of watching rom-coms until we fall asleep.

I know it sounds pretty boring, but that's our favorite thing to do together.

I was checking my Instagram when I heard the door to the suite open. A smile immediately covered my face, but quickly disappeared when I heard what was going on.

I saw two shadowed figures walk through the door laughing to each other. I then heard the smacking sound of their lips connecting. How could he do this to me? Why was I too dumb to realize that someone like him would never love someone like me?

"I can't wait to get these tight clothes off of your body," I hear Harry say to the woman he was with. "Well we're only wasting time keeping them on," I hear the woman say. I internally vomit in my mouth.

"Well let's go to the bedroom," he says, the sound of their lips connecting resuming. Why would he get my hopes up? I really thought he loved me. I mean, he's told me countless times that he did. He was probably just saying that so I would give myself to him.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of loud moans and grunts.

"Who's a dirty little slut," I hear Harry say panting. "Me, I'm a fucking slut, fuck," I hear the whore scream out. I've had enough of this shit.

I stand up, grab the movies I picked out and storm into the bedroom. It takes them awhile to notice me, until I clear my throat.

When they notice me, Harry quickly jumps off the bed and puts his shirt and boxers on while the woman just covers her body with the filthy sheets.

"Y/N, I thought you were still in L.A.," he says eyes wide with a surprised tone.

"Yeah, and I thought my boyfriend was sad and wished that his girlfriend would spend his birthday with him. I guess we were both wrong," I say trying to blink away the tears brimming my eyes.

"It's not what it lo-," he starts but I interrupt him. "No, don't come up with some bullshit excuse thinking that I'm gonna instantly forgive you," I yell, throwing the movies at him.

"It's fine baby, you have me," the whore says walking up to Harry with the sheets still wrapped around his body. "You don't need this bitch anyway," she says glaring at me.

"Oh, so I'm a bitch, when you're the one fucking someone with a girlfriend," I say raising my voice. I don't know who the fuck she thinks she is, but she needs to back back before she leaves the room in an ambulance stretcher.

"Well, this wouldn't have happened if he was getting what he needs from you," she says pointing her fingers in my face. I don't know how, but I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

I see Harry's eyes widen in shock. I think the girl was taken aback to, but it didn't stop her from pushing me on the floor.

She started slapping me in my face until I eventually kicked her off of me. I was about to climb on top of her and punch her in her face, but I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist pulling me up.

"Let me go, you stupid bitch," I scream kicking the woman in her face.

"Devyn, you should probably go," I hear Harry say as he was holding me back.

Devyn scoffed and put on her clothes and left the room. After we heard the door to the suite close, Harry let's go of me.

"Don't ever fucking talk to me again," I say starting to walk towards before I feel him grab my wrist. "Please don't go, let me explain," he says, causing me to get angrier.

"Harry, there is nothing to explain. When I couldn't be with you, you decided to fuck the first chick that you found. It's okay because we're done," I say pulling from his grip. And running out of the room, grabbing my phone, and leaving the suite.

When I make it outside, I start walking down the sidewalk, not caring where I was going as long as I was getting away from him.

Soon I hear footsteps following me, realizing it was just Harry trying to talk to me. What he needs to understand is that I don't want to talk. I don't want to see him. I just need to be left alone.

"Y/N, hey, wait up," he calls, grabbing my wrist once again. "Don't you get that I don't want to fucking talk to you," I scream causing people passing by to turn towards us. I turn around and start walking until I feel him grab me again.

"Don't fucking touch me, I don't want anything to do with you," I snap causing him to stand there in shock. He's acting as if I was only with him for his fame. No, I love him for who he is.

"But I can't live without you," he says tears starting to roll down his cheeks. "I refuse to live without you." Wow, that's what every guy says when a woman leaves them.

"You know what, you don't have to," I pause seeing him in this state. "You could just fucking die, not like I would care," I say walking away. This time he didn't stop me. He just stood there and watched me go.

The look on his face will haunt me forever. The look in his eyes told me exactly how he felt. Probably something he's never felt internally.

For the first time he felt pain.

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A/n

So I did a bit of a longer chapter today because I'm in a good mood.

So do you think you were being too hard on Harry or do you think he deserved every little piece of it?

Also I was thinking about making a part two to explain how Harry feels about the whole situation.

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~Amy😘