2. Imagine #1
"Babe! Please! Wait!." Harry grabbed at my wrist, but I pulled it away. I ran out the front door of mine and Harry's flat. I made my way to Louis', running the whole way, feeling like Harry had never loved me. He said there was and explanation for everything. But I was too hurt to listen. Why did he kiss that chick?I knew she was prettier than me, but Harry didn't have to tell me like that. As soon as I knocked on Louis' front door he saw my red eyes and puffy cheeks. "What's the matter, (Y/N)?" I just shook my head and held my iPhone out with the tweet. When Louis saw the picture of Harry and the brunet kissing he pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry, love." He pulled me in and sat me down on the couch. I didn't have enough energy to sit up so I lay down on my side, letting my tears roll onto the cushion of the couch. Louis placed a water bottle on the coffee table in front of me and gently draped a soft blanket over my body. "Get some rest." He left the room and I cried myself to sleep, listening to Louis scream to someone on the phone.
"GET OUT!" Louis screamed, waking me up from my deep sleep. "please." a familiar small voice said. "No. I can't trust you anymore." "lou." the voice said again. "I'm sorry, Harry." I heard the door start to close and I sat up. "(Y/N)." I could tell Harry had been crying. His eyes were a deep red, his cheeks were puffy, he had bags under his eyes, and he was only wearing his pajama pants. "Lou. Let him in. I need to talk with him." Harry instantly ran to me and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry." he whispered into my hair. "She was a fan and before I knew it she was all over me." To keep him from rambling I kissed him. When I pulled away I said, "One more chance, Styles. If you mess this up, you'll never get me back. Deal?" He nodded and pulled me in for another kiss.