Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

57) Nobody Compares

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"Eric, I haven't seen you in forever!" I lean in to hug my old classmate, "How've you been?"

"I've been great! You look...amazing," Eric gives me a sweet smile while he subtly looks me up and down.

"Let's catch up," I invite him to sit at the bar while I order a few drinks from the bartender.

We talk for a bit, laughing like old times and recalling all of the stupid shit we did in high school. Suddenly, I feel an arm snake around my shoulders.

"Hey babe," says a raspy voice breathlessly in my ear. I look up to find my boyfriend, Harry, as he gives me a peck on the lips. Eric shifts his weight uncomfortably.

"Who's this?" Harry asks, nodding in Eric's direction.

"Just a friend from school," I reply as I introduce the two. Eying him, Harry looks at me and purses his lips. I know how jealous he gets, and I can tell the envy is slowly creeping up on him.

"Erm, can I talk to you for a second?" Harry inquires and pulls my wrist lightly. He tugs me away into a dark corner of the club. "I leave for five minutes and you're already going off flirting with some guy?" his eyebrows furrow in anger.

"Harry, calm down! I'm not flirting with him; we're just friends! Can you stop being so jealous for like, two seconds? Jesus Christ," I say, exasperated.

Harry gives me a look and lets go of my wrist. "Fine, whatever. Have fun with your friend," he scoffs and walks back into the dimness of the club.

I'm so done with this shit, I think to myself. If thinks I'm flirting, I won't prove him wrong.

"Hey, sorry about that," I sit back down across from Eric and I see Harry out of the corner of my eye. He's dancing with some girl he found in my line of sight, and I just know he's trying to irk me. God, he pisses me off. So I scoot up really close to Eric and put my hand lightly on his thigh. I laugh at every joke he makes and touch his shoulder every now and then to show I'm interested. I make sure Harry sees me every time, and after a while I can tell he's fuming. Harry's hands take big risks roaming around the girl's body, and every inch closer he gets to her, I get to Eric.

My phone vibrates and it's Harry. We need to talk. I really don't feel like getting into it tonight, so I don't reply. Minutes later, he's next to me, looking at me with narrow eyes.

"Let's go," he orders.

"But I'm having a good time," I pout mockingly.

"It's okay, I have to get going anyways," Eric interrupts. He smiles at me, "Nice seeing you again," nods sternly at Harry, and leaves.

Harry grabs my forearm.

"Let go of me," I said in annoyance, and rip my arm from his grip.

"y/n," he starts, his voice shaky. I stare at him as he takes my hand, guides me into the bathroom, and half-pushes me into the stall.

"Why do you always try to fuck with my feelings, y/n?" he yells and traps me against the wall.

"You're the one who's always so fucking jealous. I can't talk to anyone else with a fucking penis without you breathing fire down my neck," I yell back. Now I'm beyond pissed; I'm furious. "You think I'm just a fucking slut? Like I'm just so fucking needy that I want to fuck every guy I talk to? You've got to be kidding me," I'm almost screaming at this point. I feel my face get hot and my throat tighten but I can't stop.

"I can't believe you don't fucking trust me, after all we've been through? Like what the fuck Harry? Don't you know you're the only one I'd ever want, can't you see that? Of course not, all you see is when I talk to other gu-"