Harry Styles Imagines

64. Taken

@abclanastyles requested me to write this one and so, here it is. Remember their song 'Taken'? Play the lyrics in your head and you will get a better view. ;) Strong language is used. Please read at your own risk.
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Your pov:
Harry and I walk into the house. I had to cancel all my work tonight so that I could accompany him to a birthday party of his old best friend.

"Hey, Harry. You're still looking as good as five years ago. And who's this?" A drunk man who looks like one of his old friends greets us.

"This is (Y/N), the love of my life. And (Y/N), this is Henry, one of my friends since childhood." Harry introduces both of us to each other and we shake hands to greet.

"When did you get so romantic, Harry? You wasn't a man of romance when you're with Jenny and the love of your life over here, Nah. She isn't even as hot as Jenny." The man babbles non-stop in a weird rate of talking.

I feel insulted. I look over at Harry and he is scratching his head with a red face. He does that when he gets nervous or embarrassed or maybe this time, both. "Who's Jenny?" I ask curiously.

"Oh. Jenny's a really hot girl that Harry once dated. They met in the early days of One Direction and so, they had to keep it low-key because of the fans and. The management and. Their rising success." He pauses for a while.

"Guess what? She's here tonight too. I can't believed Harry broke up with her. She must be really good for -." Before he can finish his nonsense, I stomp out of the room so that I will not throw my temper on anyone.

I can't believe that was Harry's friend.

I don't see any characters of a good friend on him. How did Harry become friends with him?
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Harry's pov:
I stand still, not knowing how to react. How am I going to explain everything to (Y/N)? "Henry, how could you do this to me? I was a good friend of yours. I kept all your secrets and you just -" I run my fingers through my hair. I'm doomed.

"(Y/N)'s not the kinda person you think she is. She's a real mad woman when she gets really angry." I explain though I shouldn't.

"And you still love her?" He asks confused.

"Yes." I smile. I don't know why but the thought of (Y/N) always makes me smile. "You're a horrible friend, Henry. I'll come for you another time so be careful." I hold up my hands and clench my fists at him.

Henry puts his hands up as a surrender when I warn him. I turn around to walk away and my body collapse onto a woman's. I study her face for a while and find out that it was Jenny. She was behind me all the time.

Oh my my. She looks different.

A good kind of different. Her small cheeks were now quite chubby but she still looks sweet. She is wearing strawberry lipstick and Prada's candy perfume. When we were dating, I had to beg her to wear that lipstick and perfume but she never did.

Why is she wearing them today?

I stand up by the thought of how she treated me three years ago. That girl is maniac. Maybe she was or maybe she still is. Being the gentleman, I reach out my hand to pick her up.

"Thank you." She smiles. Damn. She still have the power to make me stare at her. When did she become so polite?

"You're welcome." I scratch my head. "Um....I got to get going. It's a pleasure to meet you again. See you later, Jenny." I greet her and start to walk away.

"Oh. Please stay. I just got here." She puts a hand on my chest to push me back against the wall and pleads. I close my eyes and take a deep breathe. When I finally have the courage to look at her, I open my eyes again.

She hangs her arms around my neck and gets closer to me. "What do you want from me, Jenny? Just tell me so that I could f***** get away from you." One of her eyebrows rises up. She's surprised. She can hear the fear and anger in the tone of my voice.

She is still looking at me with a mysterious grin. I hate that kind of grin. It's a sign that she surely wants something from me. "Oh. Calm down, hun. You ask what I want. So, I'll give you the answer." She replies calmly.

"You."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You. I want you. I still want you. I want you back. Why did you leave me?"

"Seriously? After the 2 years, haven't you finish making me sad? It's painful, you know. The past 2 years with you suck. You knew I loved you very much and you take me for granted. You asked for anything, everything you wanted because you knew I would always love you unconditionally. But let me make this clear Jenny. You and I are over."

I take another deep breathe and just let everything out. "And yet, you cheated on me. You didn't love me. You loved my fame, money and looks. And you remember what reason you gave about you cheating?" She just shrugs. Okay. She still is a maniac.

"You said that you did it because I keep us, our relationship, a secret. When you confessed your love for me, I already told you that we'll be low-keyed and silent. You agree. I agree. Both of us agree and yet, you put all the blame on me. And you tell your friends that I left you for no good reason."

"So?" She puts on a thinking face and a lame reply leaves her mouth.

"So, please stay away from me. I have a girlfriend now. She's a lot better than you and I'm a lot happier." I reply.

"Oh. Did you say a girlfriend?" She looks at something behind me and asks a stupid question.

"Yes. I have a girlfriend now and you're a - "

Before I complete what I'm saying, she closes her eyes and presses her lips roughly on mine. I hesitate for a while but. Damn. Her lips taste like strawberry and she knows I can't resist strawberry lips. So, I start to kiss her back with my eyes closed. I take a deep breathe again and let all the scent of candy perfume fill my nostrils and lungs.

We kiss for so long that there isn't any space between us anymore. I open my eyes when realization hit me. She is still kissing me while her hands play under my shirt.

I look around and saw (Y/N) looking at us. Hatred and sadness are written all over her face. She's crying and I'm the reason why. When she sees me, she covers her mouth and go out of the door.

I push Jenny away and her body hit the wall. I see the mirror on the wall beside her now. That's why she was kissing me. She saw (Y/N) minutes ago and she did it on purpose. I should have never gave that woman a second chance. She doesn't derserve me nor I derserve (Y/N)

"You're evil." I tell her and run after (Y/N).

"I'm glad you knew." I hear her wicked laugh. I'm dead.
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