Harry Styles Imagines

Drunk mistake

It was 1 am. You're home with the boys's girlfriends. "They said they'll be here an hour ago!" Eleanor said, disappointed.As if on cue, the limo's head lights shone bright outside and I ran for the door. 5 tall figures, all drunk and droopy. "Sorry...got carried away mate." Niall said. "Harry are you alright?" You asked, holding him up on your shoulder, concerned. He is usually very clingy and talkative when drunk. Otherwise...."How many shots did you have Haz?" "WILL YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU CLINGY ASS BITCH!" He screamed, making you jump. The room fell silent. "YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF! I'M TIRED OF YOU! UGH. SHOULD HAVE GONE WITH HER WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE! SHE TOLD ME THAT I DESERVED BETTER AND I TOLD HER I KNEW  BUT I THOUGHT I'D COME BACK 'CAUSE YOU'RE PATHETIC!"He spat. You felt you're whole world burn and crash within seconds. Tears started to pour down your face, and you didn't even care. "Who...who are you talking about?" You ask, sounding as strong as possible but you're hands were pretty shaky."THE GIRL I MET IN THE BAR! Rose or something I guess...She had beautiful eyes and a perfect body." His voice softened at her thought, but that made you even more sad. "Are you crazy Harry? Who are you talking about" Louis asked, clearly confused. "Yeah, we were there the whole time and you said nothing about her. We didn't meet a Rose, Harry." Zayn said, stunned. "You don't know where I was.She tasted so sweet, it was almost unreal..." He continued. You couldn't do it anymore. You started backing off slowly and quietly. You can see Gigi saying something to you but all you hear is his promises to you in your head, and how he broke it so quickly. You ran upstairs and slammed  your door shut. You fell on to the bed and started crying into your pillow. You were wearing his shirt and the ring he gave you on your 2nd year anniversary. "He's just drunk"You tell yourself. "He would never do that." You tried your level best but the tears kept falling. you cried yourself to sleep.

6 hours later

Harry's P.O.V

"Babe?" I turned and I fell with a loud thud onto the floor."Oww...Why am I on the couch?" "If you wouldn't have uttered some stupid shit yesterday, you wouldn't have been here Harry." Liam said, handing me a glass of water and painkillers, for he knew that I'd be having a bad hungover after all that alcohol from the previous day. "Huh? I don't remember anything!" "There's no use Payno. He just wants to be with 'Rose' right?" "Rose?! Who's Rose? Is this another one of your pranks Tommo? Where's Y/N? Y/N! Y/N!!!!" "She isn't here. She went to her dorm." "But today's a Saturday!" "She had some meeting and practices or something. She said she'll be back only by late in the evening." "Oh...But I...I remember nothing!"The boys gave me a quick recap of all the things I had said and done the previous night, and I couldn't believe my ears. I slumped down to the couch, knowing that I would have made her feel so shitty and sad yesterday. She probably cried to sleep..."I'm gonna call her." She didn't pick up. I called her again, but it went straight to voice mail. 'Hello! Y/N  here, and if you're hearing this, it's probably because I'm busy. Sorry for the inconvenience caused by it, but please try again later. Have an amazing day ahead and TPWK! Byeee!!!' God. She has the best voicemail ever. But now I realize that I miss her voice....

Your P.O.V

Finally.That was a long and tiring meeting. It was important but it helped take my mind off of Harry, at least for an hour. I pick up the phone, only to see this. '34 missed calls and 78 unread messages from Hazza' "I'm not calling him back. I have sports trials in 30 minutes. I said that I'll be back home at 6 or 7, if he wants to speak, he can speak then. You switched your phone off. 

Little did you know that your boyfriend was sick off crying by now. The boys tried to comfort him and he kept saying that he messed up over and over again....