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"In Her Arms”

This is the next one loves, I hope you enjoy it. I’m just trying to get a few out there, so I hope these are okay. I love you all, and I am so sorry for my long leave of absence. Okay, here it is!

Harry Styles

Word Count: 1,332

Had they known? Had they all known? They had to, if not they wouldn’t all be looking at me with this pitiful look. They would be surprised like me if they hadn’t known, they would try to come and wrap me in their arms if they hadn’t known, but for Pete’s sake they all knew. They all knew that my boyfriend of two years had been cheating on me since he had left for tour almost a year ago, and none of them had decided that it was important to tell me. Which was why I had thought it was a good idea to come out to one of his shows and surprise him. Only to be surprised by him and his roadie girlfriend, that I knew nothing of. Now we were standing in a room full of people who knew about his infidelity. Could I even call it that if we weren’t married? Well we are exclusive, so I suppose I could. How could he look at me like that right now, like I had did something wrong? He hasn’t tried to apologize yet, he hasn’t even stepped towards me. He just continues to hold a skinny blonde in his arms, a protective arm around her waist, as he places sweet little kisses onto her soft hairline.

“Okay, let’s just step away from this for a bit, Y/N, love come with me,” Liam’s voice entered my ears, and for the first time since I entered the backstage area I looked at someone else other than Harry. Again this room was filled with people, not just Harry’s bandmates, but people who traveled on the road with them year round. People who I thought I could trust, but obviously that wasn’t the case. These people didn’t love nor care for me, because if they did, they wouldn’t have done this. “Y/N, come on we’re going to go to my dressing room-” Niall was speaking now but I cut him off. “NO!” I spoke for the first time since I had saw him, and while everyone had already been still, my voice seemed to shock them to place. It had been raw, primal, and more than vulnerable. I even scared myself a little, and I almost immediately apologized to Niall, but I thought better of it. “I am not going anywhere with either of you,” I sighed as my eyes flickered over to Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn, they seemed to be sorry. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why didn’t any of you pick up a phone and call me? I have talked to every single person in this room over a dozen times, yet no one had the decency to call and tell me that my boyfriend was screwing around with another girl!?” It was silent once again, no one moved, and no one spoke a word, that being everyone but Harry’s mistress. She sighed as she removed herself from Harry’s grip, her blue eyes boring into mine as a small and pink smirk found its way onto her face. She was beautiful. Short and simple, just beautiful. The way her eyes sparkled with deviousness, the sharp and angular structure of her face, her lithe but tone body, and her long and thick blonde hair. I didn’t stand a chance, and my little outburst now seemed stupid and almost inept. Just the way she stood held more power than my outburst, and that was scary. “Stop being overdramatic babe, I’m sorry about how you found out, but don’t make this any harder on yourself,” I would’ve expected a cockiness tone to her voice, but instead it was sickeningly sweet. “No one called you because we asked them not to, it would’ve been awkward to put them in that situation, and we wanted to tell you ourselves.” This time when she spoke Harry stepped up beside her, taking her small hand into his large one. Even their hands fit together perfectly.

I gulped harshly, feeling as if scorched sandpaper was stuck in my now tight throat. Why did I feel so shameful now? Everyone was staring at me, awaiting my response and I didn’t know what to say. “No matter how you wanted me to find out, Harry knew that this would’ve hurt regardless. So it would’ve been really helpful if the people that I considered loved ones, would’ve told me what was going on behind my back.” Why was I trying to prove my case? I hadn’t done anything wrong, had I? This incompetent child thing had to stop. “We’re sorry okay, really sorry, you look like you need a hug. I’ll come give you a hug,” The girl loosened Harry’s hold on her hand, walked over to me, and literally enveloped me into a hug. She began to rub my hair slowly, from the top of my head, down to the middle of my back. Any shred of dignity that I had left was plucked away from me when I reciprocated. I actually wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, burying my head into her chest, as sobs began to rack in my own. “There, there babe, it is all going to be okay, I promise. You’re going to find someone who treats you right, someone who really deserves you, who really loves you. You just have to keep your head up, and wait for it. Think about it this way, if he was willing to forget about you as soon as he went on tour, then do you really want to be with him?” She pulled away from me, awaiting my answer, and I firmly shook my head. I didn’t want to be with a guy who wouldn’t even give me a second thought when he left. I didn’t want to love a guy who didn’t love me. And for Pete’s sake I didn’t ever want to end up in this situation again! Crying in the arms of the mistress who cheated with my boyfriend, a girl whose name I didn’t even know. She let go of me completely a few seconds later, placing a kiss on my forehead, and then unknowingly sauntering away to my boyfriend… ex-boyfriend.

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole and to never spit me out. Everyone was looking at me, trying to figure out what I was going to do next, and honestly I couldn’t tell you myself. What was I supposed to do? Scream more? Cry more? Fight more? Ask him why? Try to get him to say sorry? He hadn’t even spoken to me once, not once! I just wanted to act as if this hadn’t happened, like our relationship never happened. Then I wouldn’t be here, experiencing a thing called heartbreak in front of hundreds of people. I turned my attention to the four boys I have gotten to know over the past couple of years, and I felt like crying again. They had been like my brothers, over-protective, sweet, caring, and kind. Yet when I needed them most, they all failed. I guess it was my fault to put so much faith in them. “Can one of you give me a ride to the airport?” I questioned, all four of them advancing towards me immediately. I wouldn’t have asked, but I knew that the streets were going to be crazy considering their concert had only ended a couple of hours ago. I had stayed backstage with one of the bodyguards, patiently waiting for them to do their meet and greet, and that is when I saw Harry and his new girlfriend.  “Yea love, no problem, let’s go.” Liam was now by my side, picking up my bags that I had packed excitedly. I left the venue with a broken heart, and an unsettled mind. No wonder he wanted her, it had felt like Christmas in her arms, who could leave that behind? He sure couldn’t, because when I left, he was still standing there. In her arms.

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“Big Girls Don’t Cry”

Hello, loves, :). Okay so I’m going to start off by saying that this is very cringe-worthy, and that it is also older. I wrote this a while back, way before I started writing on here, considering I’ve only been on here for a week or so, LOL. Anyway I would, like to think, that my writing skills have gotten a bit better, since I wrote this imagine, so this is kind of bad. I may even actually take it down, LOL. The only reason I’m posting it, is because I wanted to put one up for Harry, and I didn’t have enough time to write a new one. So I took one of my old ones, and now we have this. This is a plus size imagine, and there is a bit of cursing, mind you, this is when I thought it was cool, to have alot of cursing, LOL. Alright guys please share with your friends, heart, and follow, because I do follow back. And please requests, and if you do have any, please do it soon, because I may be updating Monday, and if you request now, I can have it up Monday, which is tomorrow, but only if i do update tomorrow. I am really busy, and i barely got any time today to write these, so hopefully I can Monday. I love you all, and please enjoy... And please don’t judge this cringe-worthy imagine, LOL. 

Harry Styles

Word Count: 1,816

“Harry, you lazy bum, could you please get out of bed?” I asked Harry for maybe the thousandth time. He groaned softly as he turned over on his back, revealing his bare chest, and his soft hair line. “Good morning beautiful.” His raspy, morning voice complimented me, as his eyelids fluttered open. “Right back at you.” I replied, ignoring his more than normal compliments. “Hey, you didn’t blush, dang it, I must be losing my touch.” He teased softly, now rising out of bed, kissing me on my cheek as he did so. Now that, his kiss, got me to blush, and he was grinning like a fool because he knew he did. “Never mind, I still got it.” He corrected himself, resulting in me shaking my head at him. After a few more minutes of morning banter, he went on to his bathroom to take a shower, leaving me to my thoughts.

Liking him was becoming unbearable, like really hard to handle. I wasn’t only scared to tell him I liked him because he didn’t like me, but also because of well … the obvious. I mean seriously getting rejected because a person genuinely didn’t like you was one thing, but getting rejected simply because of how you looked was another. What was I talking about? Well, um… I was a quote-on-quote “big” girl. I was 5’9 and 225 pounds, and I was undeniably in love with Harry freaking Styles. The one and only guy I was actually comfortable with. Harry and I were inseparable, which was great at the moment, but I could sense myself wanting more. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I was contemplating whether or not I should tell him.

Just like I was now as I sat on the end of his bed, my mind going crazy with thoughts. I stood up, off of his bed and just walked into his bathroom, with the door being open and all, I didn’t have to knock, besides he never did, so neither did I. “Harry,” I said quickly, so I could say what I needed to, and get out of the bathroom as soon as possible, considering he was taking a shower. Sure I didn’t have to knock or whatever, but I had a conversation with him in the shower a couple of times before, and it would be with him taking a shower at my place. It was a bit awkward for me now since his shower had a huge, glass door.

“Yes, love?” He asked, his voice competing with the sound of water falling from his ceiling water head. “I’m going to go make breakfast, that sound okay with you?” I asked, crossing my arms as I slightly leaned against the bathroom doorframe. The familiar sound of his beautiful laugh floated through my ears, right before he replied. “That sounds more than okay, (Y/N).”

I nodded my head softly at his response, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Okay, I’m going to go get started on that.” I replied, twisting on my heel, getting ready to leave, when his voice pulled me back in. “Or you know, breakfast could hold off, and you could join me in the shower. There’s more than enough space in here.” He flirted harmlessly, well at least that’s what he thought. “Not enough for me to fit in there myself, let alone with you.” I whispered softly, but I guess loud enough for him to hear. “Hey, what did you say?” He asked, his tone curious, but clipped.

I cleared my throat harshly, and softly shook my head. “Uh nothing, bye Harry, and get your head out the gutter, you man-whore.” I replied teasingly, now walking out the bathroom. “That’s more like it!” He shouted, a small smile etching onto my face as I walked downstairs. I had only been downstairs for about 35 minutes, but I already had bacon, grits, pancakes and toast cooked. I was now over the sink washing potatoes to put inside our cheese, eggs, ham, and potatoes omelet. I washed them the best I could with hot water from the faucet before letting them fall into the strainer that took up a good space of the sink. I was in my own little world, oblivious to everything around me, so oblivious in fact that I didn’t feel Harry wrap his arms around me, until he actually spoke. “Smells good in here, babe.” He commented placing his chin on top of my head. My eyelids blinked rapidly, as I let my head fall down to notice not one, but two things. 1- His arms were bare, and wet meaning he hadn’t dried off and put on his clothes, which means he’s hugging me from behind with just a towel around his hips. 2- His arms were actually long enough to fit around my whole waist, quite funny…

“T-thanks, I’m also making tea for you, but a smoothie for myself.” I replied to him, shuffling a bit, trying not to over analyze what he was doing. “Forget the tea, put me up for a smoothie as well.” He disregarded the tea altogether, deciding to move his head down after he spoke. Before I knew what was going on his lips were on my right cheek, and not before long on my upper jaw, too close to my lips for comfort. “Harry… What’re you doing?” I asked hesitantly, knowing that my face was probably as red as a tomato. “Nothing…” He trailed off casually, his grip tightening on my waist, pulling me in closer to him, resulting in my body, being flat against his.

What was he doing, and why was he doing it? What had gotten into him? Harry had never done anything like this before, sure he had held me close to him like this, but this seemed different… it seemed sexual. And I don’t mean like he likes me or anything, but this was weird, and very, very confusing. Before I could process what was going on Harry turned me around, and just as a thought was about to pass my lips, his crashed down onto them. Immediately fireworks, and sparks went off for me. His soft, pink lips moved against mines slowly, making it even more special. My heart thumped quickly, and my face seemed to be on fire, well at least if felt like it. My hands reached up and circled around Harry’s neck, and not before long I tugged on the soft hair that lay there. I guess he was really in the heat of the moment, because he then attempted to pick me up, and place me on the counter beside the sink. When he couldn’t the first time he tried again, and again, and again, and during this time it just got more, I don’t even know how to say it, but I know for sure I regretted kissing him. I pulled away from him as he continued to try and place me there. Was I really that heavy? “Harry… Stop…” I trailed off, wiping my bottom lip as I looked into his eyes. But he ignored me, as he continued.

“No, I can do this.” He replied, resulting in me shaking my head slightly. But that wasn’t the end, I wasn’t just going to let him try and continue to pick me up.

“Stop.”

“No.”

“Seriously, Harry. It’s not worth it.”

“I can do this, Y/N.”

“No, just stop.”

“No, I won’t!”

That’s how it went for about five minutes, and honestly I wasn’t even trying to get on the counter. I mean I know Harry could put me up there, I mean like the guy is fit, but I didn’t want to be up there. Even from when he first tried it’s as if my body automatically put all its weight on my bottom half. I didn’t know what getting on the counter meant, and I sure wasn’t ready to find out. “Damn it, this was supposed to be perfect!” He exclaimed, sounding exasperated. My eyebrows rose, and my ears perked in curiosity. What did he mean this was supposed to be perfect? “What’re you talking about Harry?” I asked him softly, for a moment thinking that this was how he planned to tell me he liked me or something, but the guilty look in his eyes said otherwise. Then realization hit, my eyes opening wide when it did, and him nodding softly when he knew that I knew. “Y-you asshole!” I shouted harshly, pushing hard and quick against his bare chest, putting him a few feet away from me. “(Y/N), I’m sorry, I just…” He trailed off, desperately looking into my eyes, I guess trying to send signal waves saying “Forgive me”, but if only he knew that mine were responding with my third finger sticking straight up, and my waves saying, “Fuck you!” “You what Harry, huh? You felt sorry for me, is that it?” I asked, sadness starting to replace anger, and it was happening quickly.

“No, it’s not like that, it’s just I heard you when I was in the shower, and I wanted to show you, that you were beautiful, I don’t know…” He trailed off, running his right hand through his still wet hair. My heart almost softened at his admission, but that wasn’t before my last question. “Let me ask you something.” I said steadily, hoping that his answer wouldn’t unleash my tears. “Anything, anything that you want to know.”

“How do you think if you really didn’t like me, and you came onto me and kiss me, would make me feel any better about myself? Because in the end you would have only done those things to make me feel better, and honestly I feel like horse manure for losing my first kiss to a guy, who didn’t really want it. Tell me, how do you think I feel now?” I asked, my heart beating like it once did before, but now for different reasons, this time because of anger and not because of happiness. When he stared at me open-mouthed and speechless, I decided he didn’t know the answer. “Bye Harry, I hope you enjoy breakfast.” I said coldly before grabbing my things and walking over to his front door, him following behind me. “Oh,” I said turning around, hand on my hip as I did so. “And don’t ever try to talk to me again. I may be big, but I don’t need your pity. I can find a man on my own, thank you very much!” I bid farewell, staying strong as I walked out his home, but breaking apart when I was out. “Big girls don’t cry.” I continuously mumbled to myself, as I walked away from his house. Knowing that, that would be the last time I would see him. My best friend, and the man I loved.

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“You’re An Embarrassment”  Pt. 2

Hello, loves! While I liked this imagine, I didn’t know if anyone else did, but I got a lucky surprise, when someone asked me to write a part two. So here it is, I hope that you all like it. Also just a quick note, after every time I post a new imagine, I update my masterlist, so you can find everything I’ve written here. Loves please requests, because requests are open, and please share with your friends, heart, and tell me if you enjoyed the imagines. I love you all, and please enjoy!!

Harry Styles

Word Count: 1,705

I sighed harshly as I put my hand up to my head, trying to massage my temples free of the pudding headache that was killing me. My eyes darted to the thin curtains, where light was shining though, making me want to shrink away. Turning, I got out of the bed, fighting my way through the fluffy comforter. Once my feet were planted firmly on the ground, I stretched my arms, and legs, resulting in my bones cracking back into place. I let my arms fall beside me, as I dragged my feet to the bathroom that was accessible through the room. “Ahh!” I screamed as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes were red and puffy, and my hair looked like a rat’s nest. I tilted my head to the side, to see if it would make it look better, but that didn’t work. I didn’t think I’d look like this, I mean considering with everything that happened last night, I slept pretty well. But right now I looked as if I had been pretty restless. My eyes casted downwards, which is where I found the dreaded Forever 21 dress, that I for some reason, didn’t take off last night.

“It’s all your fault,” I mumbled, as I pulled the dress up over my head, rolling it into itself, before placing it on the bathroom counter. “You were the beginning of my many problems last night.” I continued to “tell off” the dress. Within the next few minutes I had found a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and a rag to wash my face. Thankfully we kept the guest bathrooms stocked, for when we had visitors. Unfortunately we didn’t keep soap in the bathrooms, since we didn’t want it to get old or anything, but if I did have some here, I would’ve taken a long, hot shower. After brushing my teeth, deodorizing, and washing my face, I then finger combed my hair, successfully getting rid of the big knots. I then put it in a loose ponytail, planning to wash it when I got upstairs, to Harry and I’s bathroom. Dang it, I forgot about Harry… I was going to have to talk to him, that much was the inevitable. I wonder if I could I avoid him till lunch? It’s not like he would be up right now anyway, it’s too early, that much I knew from the clock I had passed when walking into the bathroom.

I picked up my dress, before walking out of the bathroom, to pick up my shoes, and then I walked out of the guestroom. Since the room I had slept in, was close to the kitchen, I decided to take a detour there, instead of heading directly for the laundry room. I hummed lightly as I got there, but almost immediately stopped in my tracks, when I spotted Harry, pouring himself a cup of tea. Why in the world, did I follow my hungry stomach’s instincts? My grip on my dress tightened, making me realize that I was semi naked, and almost immediately insecurity flooded through me. “Good morning.” I spoke up, as I cleared my throat, deciding that I was going to have to hold my head high, regardless of how bad I felt right now. I really needed to take some Advil, or maybe some Tylenol.

Harry’s attention moved away from the teapot he was holding in his hand, his emerald orbs landing on me instead. “Good morning,” He greeted, assessing the situation in front of him. “So is this how you walk around when I’m asleep?” He asked with a small smirk. Was he being cheeky, like flirty cheeky? After last night, there was no way, he could be acting this way. Especially since we didn’t have our inevitable argument yet. I decided to play back, chuckling as I lowered my dress a little, now not holding it tightly against my chest. “Well if you woke up earlier, than maybe you’d find out.” Ugh, that sounded terrible, I hated flirting. That is why I got into a relationship, so I didn’t have to do the awkward flirting thing with guys. “Yea, I guess I’ll have to do that more often. I mean I do sometimes, when it concerns work, but never long enough-” I cut him off. “To notice me.” I finished his sentence, as he cleared his throat awkwardly, knowing that I was right. “Well I’m going put this away, and then I’m going to take a shower.” I informed him, holding up my infamous dress, as his eyebrows dipped in confusion.

“You don’t want to join me for a cup? I have two mugs out.” It was then that I noticed that he in fact, had two mugs out, two matching mugs actually. We had gotten them a year ago or so, at a 99 cents bargain shop, we visited whilst in America, and they had almost immediately became our favorites to use. “I don’t exactly have anything on right now, maybe after I get out the shower?” I questioned, as he smirked over at me. “You seemed more than confident a few seconds ago.” He reminded me of my bold actions, to flirt back with him. I shook my head softly, as I teetered on my feet uneasily. “Harry, you have no idea how uncomfortable I feel right now, I would never walk around like this normally. Let alone could I ever drink a cup of tea, with you, whilst half naked.” I chuckled pathetically, as the playful atmosphere around us, now became serious. “I don’t see why not, you’re a beautiful woman Y/N, you have nothing to be embarrassed of.” His face was now showcasing seriousness, and I wanted to turn and cower. I scoffed as I rubbed my forehead. “I have nothing to be embarrassed of, me,” I questioned as I pointed towards myself, as he nodded, confused. “I beg to differ, Styles. What about last night? Don’t I have things to be embarrassed of from last night? I don’t know, but maybe the fact that I wore a Forever 21 dress to an award show, is embarrassing. Or the matter that I totally freaked out when I talked to some celebs, is also embarrassing,” I paused, as I began to recall the horrendous events from last night.

“Let’s not forget, I fell on live television, and I also made someone else fall. But please, the worse thing of all, the moment where I deserved to be buried six feet under. I spit a mushroom into Demi Lovato’s mouth, before basically spiting in her face, then topping it off by ruining, her expensive white dress.” I finished as Harry looked at me wordlessly. “So you had a bad night, we-” He was interjecting, but I cut him off. “But worst of all Harry, I made you feel embarrassed of me. When I made it to the award show, you didn’t talk to me, because of my dress. When we sat down, you didn’t hold my hand, because of me freaking out over meeting celebs. When I fell down, you didn’t help me up, because I caused a scene. When everything happened with Demi, and I had my allergic reaction, you didn’t ask me if I was doing okay, because it was my fault. The whole drive home, you didn’t want to talk, because you were angry with me, because of all the mistakes I made. At first I was hurt, because how could someone who said they loved me, basically leave me in my time of need. But then I realized I was the only one to blame, and how could I get mad at you, for not wanting to be around embarrassment on legs? Like I understand if you don’t want to be together anymore, or if-”

“What is wrong with you?!” Harry roared, making his way over to me. “I-I don’t know?” My statement coming out more like a question. “It was a rhetorical question, Y/N.” He sighed as I nodded my head slowly, still not fully understanding. “Listen, if anyone is to be blamed for last night it’s me. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did when you showed up, I should’ve said that you looked beautiful, and showed you off, because you did. I should’ve been excited with you, when you were meeting new people last night, but I was being a jerk instead,” He paused, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulling me close to his body. “When we sat down I should’ve held your hand, and when we went up for that award, baby I should’ve had you by my side instead, and then you wouldn’t have fallen. At the after party, if I had paid more attention to you, when you were picking your food, I could’ve warned you that those infamous mushrooms had cinnamon,” His eyes were now boring into mine, resulting in a light blush covering my cheeks.

“And when we came home last night, I should’ve carried you out of the car, took you upstairs, and tell you how beautiful you were, until we had fallen asleep. If so, I wouldn’t have woken up to a cold, and empty bed this morning, but instead, with a warm, caring, and beautiful body. I’m so sorry, that I made you feel as if you were an embarrassment last night, because you are anything but. I am so lucky to have someone like you, who really loves and cares about me. If it were someone else, they would’ve slapped me for my rude behavior.” I laughed softly, as I thought about slapping him… Nah, I couldn’t do it, even if I wanted to, though it did sound enticing. “I’d rather not.” I giggled, as I placed my dress on the counter beside me, so I could wrap my arms around his waist as well, wanting to be held. My head snuck into the crook of his arm, as I nuzzled myself against him. “I’m cold.” I suddenly spoke, my words being muffled by his white t-shirt. “Okay, love, let’s get you something of mine to wear.” He chuckled, as he bent down, before softly kissing my forehead.