"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.