Harry Styles Imagines/Preferences

#33: Happy Ending pt 3

Imagine #33: Happy Ending pt 3

Happy (late) Birthday Harry💕 Many more birthdays to come! No matter what I will always love you💙 -Ale.

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Waking up to a loud bang you sit up and rub your eyes. You can hear construction going on outside, so you can't sleep with all the noise.

Getting out of bed, you realized you weren't wearing any clothing, you slipped on a pair of panties from the floor and put your clothes back on.

"Stay." You hear Zac say.

You look towards him and smile.

"I have to go." You say.

"What does this make us?" He says after a while.

You look at the blank wall and think.

"I don't know." You whisper.

Zac stands up, with a pair of boxers on. He walks towards you and leans down, kissing you.

"Thank you." he says.

"For what?" You ask.

He runs his hand down your face.

"For coming over."

You smile and look down.

"I should be the one thanking you."

Zac just smiles and kisses you again. You then remembered that you were supposed to be at Harry's house, getting ready for his stupid proposal.

"I have to go." You say in between kisses.

"Okay." He he sighs.

He walks you towards the door, and hugs you.

After closing the door behind you, you turn on your phone and wait for it as soon as you get into your car.

You have 4 missed calls and 10 text messages from Harry.

Driving to your house, not bothering on how late you were, you took a quick shower.

After the shower you changed into a pair of jeans with a pair of black leggings and a grey crop top with a long creme knitted cardigan that goes to the back of your knees.

While you were putting on your brown booties you get a call from Harry.

You ignore the call, knowing you're already late.

You sped off to Harry's house in your car, passing a few yellow lights.

Harry wasn't going to be happy, but you couldn't care less knowing because he was the one making you unhappy.

Knocking on the door, Harry opens it with a shocked expression.

"Where were you?" He says after closing the door behind you and you walking into the kitchen.

"Sorry, I-I lost track of time and, I- was out and um, then I went home to get ready." You stumble as you place your bag on the kitchen island.

Harry walks over to you and crosses his arms, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Where were you?"

You turn around to look at him, with your arm on the counter. You didn't want to tell Harry where you actually were, but you had no other choice.

"I was, out."

"Where?" He squints his eyes.

You sigh heavily and roll your eyes.