✤ Harry Styles Imagines ✤

Comfort in the rain

Comfort in the Rain

"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here." I said through my gritted teeth as I stared at Marco with a blonde bimbo. 

The bitch started to cowardly pick her clothes up and get dressed. My grip tightened around the boots I was wearing just a few moments ago when I was buying lunch for him and me out in the grocery, and it was raining hard.  Then I come home to see him having sex with someone else. 

And to make the matters worse, she was my friend. Patricia. I knew it. Just by the way she looked at him I knew she wanted him badly. Speaking of her, I threw the boots at her when she scampered out into the hallway still not wearing her slutty shorts. 

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I managed to yell at her before she left. 

At the moment I heard the door close, I turned to Marco, who was trying to smile at me calmly. But from the looks from his face seeing mine, his smile slowly faded away and was quickly replaced with horror and guilt. 

"(Y/N)...I-I can explain..." he tried to explain, his voice shaking, but I shook my head. 

"Oh nononononono! You ain't giving me some shit about explaining it. Plus, it was like a visual aid really! So crystal clear, Marco!" I laughed sarcastically while clapping my hands. 

"S-she barged in here! I was helpless!"

"Oh so you let her?!?!" I screamed at him while throwing the other boot towards him. 

My body instantly turned to leave and forget him. I knew he was going to do this again sooner or later, but it was too soon. Just too soon. I loved that moron, but I guess I let myself fall down too fast. And now, I was broken, done. He did this way too many times for me to count. 

I grabbed the keys to my car, well, his car that I bought, and stomped towards the door. I heard his footsteps run down the stairs but I kept going with nothing but anger buried deep in my chest. I kept myself from the tears that threatened to roll down my cheeks. I didn't want him to see that I was heartbroken. 

"(Y/N)! Please!" Marco yells with a rather angry and desperate tone in his voice. 

When he tried to grab my hand I instantly let my hand fly straight into his cheek. Twice. I looked like a maniac, trying to punch and mangle him for what he did. He cheated. And if someone's going to cheat on me, I'm taking the first move to leave. 

"GET. YOU'RE FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME YOU FUCK!!!" I pushed him away from me and blew some stray strands of my hair. "Let me give you a hint, mmkay? I leave, you stay here, we're done. Simple as that."

I watched him as he let the words sink in his mind for a brief moment. I didn't wait for him to respond any longer so I opened the door and went out. Muffled screams and crashing of glass was heard from behind the door. But I just kept my eyes on the gloomy sky and remembered that I left the umbrella inside. 

But I was still too angry at him to go in.  So I went on ahead and let the pouring rain go all over me, forgetting about getting in the car. And mind you, I was barefooted. I didn't care. All I wanted was too leave that fucker's life for good and never look back. Reaching the sidewalk, I heard the door open with Marco yelling at me like a madman. 

"I know it's him you love! Don't you fucking think I'll lose to him! I'll get you back someday!" 

I turned around while still walking, and yelled back:

"I'll be waiting with the fucking police to shoot your ass down, you prick!" 

And I wasn't finished so I turned to him again and shouted: