-1D IMAGINES-

You find out he's cheating

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Niall: You were sitting in the flat you and Niall shared, bored and lonely. You flipped through the channels on the television for the seventeenth time, finally settling for turning it off altogether, because you couldn't find anything. Niall told you he was out with his mom, who was in town for a week to visit, and you knew it was best for the two of them to hang out alone to catch up and have some bonding time. Nevertheless, you hated being at the flat by yourself. You'd already painted your nails, experimented with your makeup, tried to find a movie to watch (unsuccessfully) and now you were out of ideas. You decided to text your best friend and see if she wanted to go into town with you to have some girl time. Because of all the time you'd been spending with Niall since he got home from being on tour with the boys, you guys had seemed to drift apart a little. You and your friend settled on going to a cute italian restaurant downtown. You went to go put a maxi dress on and wedges and then headed out to meet her. Once you parked your car, you gathered your purse and phone and started to walk up to the restaurant. You noticed an adorable looking couple; a blonde haired boy and a brunette girl, snuggling up on a bench outside and smiled to yourself as you thought about your perfect relationship with Niall. Then, you did a double take. Blonde hair? Familiar green polo? You could hear his irish accent. Niall leaned in and kissed the strange brunette girl and ran his fingers through her hair as he would usually do to you. "What a fucking slut," you mumbled to yourself, referring to Niall more than the mystery girl he was with. You stormed over to the two of them, a little wobbly because of your heels, and said, "Are you having a good night out, honey? How was seeing your mom?" sarcastically. You covered up how broken you felt by extreme anger. Niall jumped off the bench. "Y/N, oh my god..." he muttered. The brunette girl looked embarrassed and stormed off. "What the fucking hell is wrong with you, Niall? How long has this been going on?" you questioned, your face turning hot with anger. "Let me explain...Y/N...I mean..shit, it's not what it looks like..." Niall mumbled, his own cheeks turning red. "I don't even want to hear it. I hope you like her a lot Niall, because she's the only woman you've got now," you said, cutting him off. You wiped the tears from your eyes and stomped away, hearing him call his name after you.

Harry: Harry was in the shower, and you were laying in bed lazily. He was getting ready to go to a photo shoot. You yawned and the warm sun shined in from the blinds, making your cheeks feel a comforting sense of warmth. You smiled to yourself, having a feeling that today was going to be a fabulous day. Your moment of happiness was interrupted by a few annoying buzzes from the bedside table. You sighed and rolled over, seeing Harry's phone light up. The buzzes continued; messages were flying in one after the other. You assumed it was one of the boys harassing Harry and telling him to hurry up. Expecting to see a text from Niall, you picked up the phone and looked at the screen. An unfamiliar face, blowing a kiss in the picture, was looking back at you. The message beneath it: "does she believe you're going to the photo shoot? see you soon lovie, x." You felt a knot form in your throat and your stomach tightened. Was this some kind of sick joke? Were you being punk'd? Another text arrived. "hurry up babe, i can't wait to kiss you! xxxx" Tears started streaming down your face. The texts kept rolling in, and you were bawling. You used the white sheets to wipe your tears. Harry opened the door and sat down on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on. He glanced down at you. "Y/N, are you crying? Love what's the matter?" he said sincerely, leaning down to give you a kiss. You turned your head and wiped more of the tears from your cheeks. You chucked the phone at him and it hit him straight in the forehead. "Y/N! What the fuck was that for?" he said, rubbing his head. "Check your texts Harry. Oh, and you better get going, your date is getting anxious," you said coldheartedly. "Babe..what are you..," he mumbled, picking up his phone. "Shit, uh, Y/N, wait," Harry stuttered. It was too late, you were already out of bed and grabbing your purse and shoving your feet into your shoes so you could run out of the door.