HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

It's New York baby HS III

Third and final part of my mini thing "Its New York baby" I hope you like, pls note that its fiction after all, plus I am not here to attack Kendall or Harry ect.  WARNING: NOT proofread I do apologize for mistakes.  Anyways, enjoy<3 

"Ten minutes" turned into about twenty. And those twenty minutes, that had been supposed to be ten but weren't, stretched themselves into fifty. And those fifty blatantly turned into the whole notebook including a ten minutes break because my phone rang. Long story short, Kendall had simply decided to stay over and Harry did nothing to prevent her from doing so. And that pissed me off big time. It was one thing getting cancelled over phone or FaceTime because he forgot, it was a whole other story if he cancelled me during our hangout. Like...right in front of me. Biting back a snide comment I switched off the TV after the show ended and got up. Two popcorn bowls tightly clutched in my hands I got up and walked towards the kitchen. In my frustration I forgot that one of them was not a one-dollar plastic bowl from target, but a twenty-pound porcelain bowl and I slammed it on the counter a bit too harsh. The bowl broke in two clean pieces, the two halves tipped apart, one on each side. There they rocked back and forth, as if they wanted to laugh at me. The porcelain made a softly scratching sound on the stone and I sighed. I hadn't even a curse left by now. "You alright there love?" I heard Harry call from the couch, followed by the sound of my screeching floor. "Yeah I'm alright." I called back, quickly grabbing the two pieces of the split bowl to put them away. "Thought I heard something shatter..." Harry mumbled, appearing in the doorframe. His hair was ruffled through, but it didn't look like it was ruffled from laying on the couch. More like ruffled from a make out session. I scrunched my nose. "Whatever. When's she leaving?" I asked, similarly as he said "I will quickly walk Kendall to the hotel." When on his face a grin spread, mine froze immediately. "Look at us thinking the same stuff. Thanks for the evening though. It's been nice seeing ye again." He said with a dopey smile, stepping into the kitchen fully. "Yeah. Soulmates huh." I just whispered, the slightly sarcastic lilt going unnoticed by Harry. "Kendall dear are you coming? I don't wanna pester her any longer...she's got enough for tonight I bet." He called out, giving me a quick grin. "Bet." I just responded and dumped the popcorn cores and the excess salt at the bottom of the plastic bowl into the trash. "Coming...sorry. Okay I am ready to leave. You coming with me?" Kendall asked, stepping into the kitchen as well before wrapping her arms around Harry. "Sure. Can't have ye walk alone in the streets of New York city can I?" he said before pressing a kiss on her scalp. Yeah, because cabs weren't a thing here in New York, I just thought bitterly before turning back to them fully. "Alright then. Bye I guess." I just said, not intending on making a big deal out of it. Harry wouldn't get it anyways, he was too deep in his pink fluffy love filled dimension. I wasn't even sure if he knew my name anymore. "Bye? No hugs today?" Harry asked, slight confusion written all over his face. I just shrugged, not feeling like touching him at all. It hurt enough that he had dumped this whole evening in the abyss like I dumped the un-popped popcorns into the trash. Oh, and that he would now leave with her as well. He was supposed to sleep over tonight. Harry just laughed and wrapped his arms around me quickly, pecking my cheek. "G'bye love. You come to the airport tomorrow?" I shrugged again, quickly stepping out of his arms. "Will see. Bye Harry, bye Kendall." I mumbled before turning back to finish the wash up. Just when the door was about to fall shut behind the couple I heard Kendall whisper "Is she always like this?" and Harry answered with a sentence that struck deep. "I don't know really. Sometimes, she's a bit of a moody streak." My jaw dropped at that and my eyes watered quickly, brimming with tears of disappointment and hurt. 

Opening a bottle of scotch probably hadn't been a good idea and getting drunk off it even worse. But falling in love with Harry had been the worst of them all, so I forgave myself for it. Not that I wasn't feeling pathetic for trying to drink my sorrows away, but once in a while I had the right to be dramatic. Harry would be surprised; I didn't only have a moody, but also a dramatic streak to myself. It was now maybe a good hour since Harry left with his little girlfriend and that scotch was absolutely disgusting. I really needed to switch to something else, because I had hardly finished a glass of the liquor by now. Getting drunk would take hours, or not work at all. The thing was only that I had nothing else around, at least nothing as effective as scotch. Knowing a bartender would've been great. It would make drinking a lot more appetizing, in many ways. I rose with a sigh, feeling a slight tinge of disappointment when I felt as sober as possible. With a pout I shuffled towards my TV, swapping onto MTV's music program. With an excited squeak I recognized the significant smoky voice of Rihanna, singing the first words of "Sledgehammer." I knew that song by heart, loving her voice and the music video of it. Turning the volume up a bit I threw myself on the couch, more or less hitting the right notes.