One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

Space - Liam

Y/N's POV

"Why the f.uck were you with her!" I shout, watching Liam stare off into the TV screen.

"I don't understand why you're yelling," he frowns. "It's not like me and her are together."

Liam said that he needed to go to the studio and record for their new album. And being that we were in a two year relationship, I trusted him to go. Which was a big mistake because hours later after he left, pictures came up of him and Sophia talking at the local coffee shop, laughing, smiling.

And now that I'm confronting him about it, he's acting so calm it's making my blood boil.

I scoff and cross my arms over my chest, "that's not what the pictures say."

"Oh!" He exasperatedly says, his eyes widening. "I didn't know pictures could speak!"

"I hate you!" I shout as loud as I can. "I f.ucking hate you so much!" My hands go to my hair, tugging at my roots.

"Oh please," he rolls his eyes and turns to face me, because I'm standing in the entranceway of the living room. "You still love me, you can't bear to leave me for a day."

My face falls as my hands go to my sides. I can't believe he said that. Like I can't be independent.

"We'll see about that," I mumble, walking off to the bedroom that we share.

After shutting the door softly, I head into my closet and pull out my duffle bag, which I'd only use for when I would travel with Liam and the boys.

I begin putting most of my clothes in the duffle, not caring if they're going to get wrinkled or smashed. I just wanted to get away from this house, away from him.

A soft knock is placed at the door. Making me stop movements for a second.

"Y/n?" Liam calls out for me. I shake my head and zip up my duffle before placing the strap over my shoulder.

I walk over to the door and open it sharply, seeing Liam in the doorway.

"What are you-"

"Leaving," I cut him short, pushing passed him as I walk down the hallway.

I text Harry to pick me up, and he quickly replies, saying yes.

"Don't leave," I hear Liam say behind me as I slip on my shoes.

"Why don't you call Sophia," I seethe, tiring around to glare at him. "She would be happy to see that you want to hang out with her, maybe even f.uck her while I'm gone."

His mouth hangs open at what I said, but I don't stick around for what he does next as I exit the house, wand walk out until I reach the sidewalk.

It takes Harry only five minutes to get here. And when he does I throw my duffle in the back seats and climb in the passenger. He doesn't say anything as he drives off, and I don't dare to look back at the house I won't be seeing for a few days, maybe weeks.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry cuts through the silence.

"I guess you know it's a fight?" I look at him and he nods.

"Yeah."

"He was acting so calm about the whole thing, and then I just gave up when he said that I couldn't last a day away from him." I tell him. Not letting tears form up to my eyes. "So I left."

"You're giving yourself time?" He asks, feeling the car pull into his driveway.

"Yeah." I breathe out. Harry and I both hop out of the car, and he grabs my duffle for me. I thank him as he unlocks his door, pushing it open so I can head inside.