One Direction Imagines

Dirty Cheat -Harry-

ML.

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"Naw uh." I said in a sassy tone, matching the artist of the song and laughed at myself. I pulled into the driveway, took the keys out of the ignition, and made my way up to my doorstep. I unlocked the door slowly and stepped inside. I shut the door softly and put the groceries away that sat on the table.

Then the soft pounding I'd been hearing since I entered the house, get louder, and louder. I followed the sound up the stairs and to me and Harry's room. All I could hear was moans and groans and my heart sank.

"Harold Edward Styles." I said firm and loud. The sounds ceased and I let tears run down my cheeks. I ran right out to my car and started it. I looked up to see everyone's beloved Taylor Swift, standing in the doorway with a guilty face. But the car wouldn't start.

"S.hit! No. F.uck!" I cursed, slamming my hand against the steering wheel. Then Harry was running towards the car and I locked all of the doors.

He was yelling at me, trying to get me to open the doors by pounding against the doors. I took out my phone and started playing Sia's 'Chandelier'. I mouthed the words as tears streamed down my face and I clenched my eyes shut. I opened my eyes to see Taylor running to her car, and Harry not bothering to acknowledge the country singer. I could see his eyes start water and I lowered the window an inch, only enough to slip in a finger or two.

"Harry." He looked at the small opening with dissapointment.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry." He whispered, sincerity in his tone. But I didn't reply.

"Baby, I love you."

"Liar! You would never do that to me if you loved me!" I yelled, furious he could even let those words come out of his mouth. He flinched and when I tried to start the car again, it roared to life and I drove away, ignoring all of his calls of my name.

*  2 years later...

I was having the time of my life, going to the fair with my girls during the day, and planning to party tonight at the club.

"Wanna go on the go-carts?!" Kyla asked excitedly. We may be 22 and 23, but we could still have a little fun. I nodded and we ran to the go carts to greet a worker named Niall.

"Hey Niall! Is it okay if we go in here?" I asked, batting my eyelashes. He chuckled and nodded.

"Of course." He said in an Irish accent and let us in. I ran to a red one and got in it. Kyla and Gwenn ran to other ones, blue and gray. We had gone on so many rides after, and before we left, Kyla got Niall's number and we got to the club at 9 o'clock.

"Wanna get some drinks and appetizers?!" Gwenn asked, yelling over the music. We all agreed and sat and ordered some onion rings and celery and our drinks.

"Sex on The Beach? Really Y/N?" Kyla asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Let a girl fantasize, gee Ky." We all laughed and our order soon came and we drank, ate, and chatted for awhile.

"Well, I feel like dancing, anyone wanna split up for an hour or so, and then come back together at 12?" Gwenn asked. We all nodded and traveled to different places on the dancing space. I danced all alone, but it didn't matter to me. I was lost in it all.

"Y/n?" I turned around to see a familiar face.

"Harry." I whispered, knowing full and well he could read my lips.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I took a look around, making sure the girls wouldn't be too worried if they saw me walk off with a guy they didn't know. But they were elsewhere, so I nodded and he led us to a V.I.P section of the club where it was more quiet and secluded.

"Hey." He said, trying to smile as we sat. He shook out his long hair and placed it randomly, but perfectly.

"What did you wanna talk about?" I wanted to avoid this situation at all costs since the day I left, but here it is, staring me in the face.

"I want you back. After a long time, I wanted you, and now, 2 years later...I still do y/n." He grabbed my hands softly. I felt that familar tingling sensation flow through my body and shivered mentally.

"Harry, I can't come back to a cheater." My words were a bit slurred, but I wasn't drunk, just a little buzzed. He flinched visably at the word, like he could never be called a cheater.

"I came to have a good time with my friends. Not with you."

"Y/N, you can't just tell me no after all I've been through." I rolled my eyes and stood.

"Oh yes I can." I walked back out to the club, but my hand was soon grabbed.

"Let go H-" His lips crashed onto mine and pushed me against the wall. His hands pinning my wrists against the wall, making me stay. I tore my lips away.

"Harry stop!" I yelled.

"Y/n. Please." He begged with desperate eyes. And the weird thing is, his begging slightly turned me on.

"Harry-" I was so unsure.

"I'm begging you here." I took a deep breath.

"Just keep begging." I let my lips meet his.

Ya dirty cheat, Harold!