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A dirty Liam Payne imagine

WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

For younger readers this dosse get alittle inopropreate so um well yea just be read:)!!!!

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As you walked out of the studio, cameras flashed in your face and people began to scream things at you. A situation you had become familiar with once your movie debuted and once it got out that you and Harry Styles had been dating. You always tried to be respectful to the paparazzi, knowing that it was their job to take your picture and it wouldn’t kill you to just let them have a picture. You smiled at a few cameras and answered a few questions. As you began walking away, you heard something that caught your attention.

“What did you just say?” You snapped, eyeing the paparazzi that had asked the question.

“Your boyfriend was caught kissing another woman,” he handed you the picture, “do you have anything to comment?”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and your cheeks begin to flush. You quickly slipped your sunglasses over your eyes and began to stomp off in the direction of your car. Once you reached your car, more cameras flashed around you. You were able to get your car out of its spot and then you began to speed down the road. Rage taking seat in your body as the picture imprinted itself in your brain. Had he cheated on me? Was I that naïve? Why didn’t any of the other guys tell me?

When you reached the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, tears were already streaming down your face. You felt such intense feelings for Harry and seeing him kiss another woman was like a dagger through your heart. You got out of the car and made your way into your apartment. As you approached the door, you saw that it had already been opened. Harry was home. You opened the door and saw your boyfriend sitting on the couch watching the television intently.

“Hi babe,” he said looking up at you. “Have you been crying? What’s wrong?” He asked, walking over to you and placing his arms at your waist.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you growled, pushing him away from you.

“Babe, what the hell is wrong?” He asked, concern sweeping over his face.

“What’s wrong? I don’t know, Harry. Why don’t you fucking tell me what’s wrong?” You said, as you shoved the picture at him. His face went from concerned to being stricken with guilt.

“She didn’t-“

“SPARE ME. I don’t fucking care what she was or what she wasn’t. How dare you. I’ve cared for you so much and this is what I get. After months of you being on tour and me waiting for you here alone every night, this is what I get. Thank you so much. I’m so done with this, Harry.” As you said that you could see a small tear fall from his eyes. Seeing him so torn made you almost forget about what you saw and forgive him. It wasn’t long until the feeling of absolute rage took over your entire being again and forced you to walk out of your apartment.

You got back into your car and began driving. Not sure of where you were going but you wanted to go. You wanted to be alone and just cry for hours. You’d loved him. You may not have said it aloud but you definitely felt it. As you approached the end of a street, you hit a red light. Your mind was clouded with a number of things but the one that stood out the most was where you were headed. “Liam,” you said out loud. You knew in your heart that Liam was the one who would really help you out of all of your friends. He had a heart of gold and would sit and listen for hours.

Before you knew it, you were standing on Liam’s doorstep ringing the doorbell. “Coming!” You heard from the other side of the door. As the door opened, Liam greeted you with a warm expression. As he noticed your demeanor, his look shifted to one of concern. “(Y/N), are you okay?” You simply shook your head no and tears began to fall from your eyes once more. “Come in,” he said as he wrapped an arm around your shaken frame. “What happened?” He asked, sitting you down on his couch.