One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Harry: Cheat

*Harry’s POV* 

“I’ll see you later hun,” Y/N said, kissing me sweetly. “Love you Harry.” 

“I love you too,” I replied with a deep breath. I kissed her cheek before she left our flat. 

Once she closed the door I wandered over to the couch and sunk down onto it. 

KNOCK KNOCK! 

I opened the door only to have a pair of lips crash onto mine. I held her close as our lips moved together. There was just one thing. This wasn’t the girl that had just left. 

“Sorry I didn’t call. I wanted to surprise you,” she said. 

“It’s fine,” I told her. She grabbed my hand and dragged me off to the bedroom. 

Our clothes started coming off as we made out heavily, before we both fell to the bed. You can probably guess what happened. The girl fell asleep after and I went out into my kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. I sat down on the couch and couldn’t help but absolutely hate myself. 

Y/N, the gorgeous girl who left earlier, is my wife of one year tomorrow. 

The girl in my bedroom, is the girl I’ve been cheating on Y/N with for about three weeks now. 

I don’t know why I do it. But I hate myself for it. Too much. I am hopelessly in love with Y/N, but for some reason I find myself drawn to this other girl. A girl I don’t love, just enjoying having sex with. 

Y/N’s my forever... the only one I love and want to be with. But this other girl has some sort of hold on me that I can’t shake. She was toxic to me but it was hot and it was fun and secretive. 

“You bastard.” 

I turned around and saw one of the last people I’d ever want to see. 

Y/N’s brother Rick. 

“Rick what are you doing here?” I nervously asked. 

“How could you do that to Y/N? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he shouted at me. 

“What are you on about?” I brushed it off. 

“You’re cheating on my sister. You promised me you loved her and that you would never hurt her. And you lied to her and to me.” 

“I still love your sister,” I said, my eyes started to get teary. 

“Bullshit,” Rick hissed before swinging a punch at me, flattening me. He picked me up and threw me across the room, my head hitting the wall. He kicked me from my powerless position on the floor. He continued to beat me, not giving me a break. 

“You son of a bitch. You don’t deserve my sister!” he yelled. 

He left me curled up on the floor in a ball, shaking before he left. I was sobbing, knowing he was going to tell my wife about what I was doing. I was going to lose her. 

I can’t lose her... 

*Your POV* 

You got home after hanging out with your friends and opened the door to your flat, as happy as ever. 

“Harry I’m home!” you called out, a smile on your face. 

You spotted him on the floor, curled up, trembling as he cried. 

“Harry?” 

He lifted up his head and saw you, his eyes full of guilt and pain. 

“I’m sorry,” he said tearfully. He looked like he’d been beaten.