Harry Styles Imagines

Hook Ups Mean Nothing

"Can I request a one shot about y/n being famous and she hooked up with zayn at the beginning of her career and she's with Harry now engaged and Harry finds out?? Can it have a happy ending with jealous Harry"

It all started with a game of Truth or Dare in a Brussels hotel because you were all bored, and now you wish you wouldn't have agreed to the stupid game. Especially with Niall and Louis being extremely drunk, whilst Harry, Liam, Zayn and yourself were only slightly buzzed. You weren't sure which questions would be asked, but you sure as hell didn't expect to be sitting, looking at your fiancé, wishing the ground would swallow you whole... Because there was one thing that Harry didn't know, and you didn't want him to - because it all meant nothing.

It had all happened shortly after your performance on The X Factor, and you had met the boys seeing as they were performing the same night. And you never - not even once - thought you would ever be engaged to one of the boys, you never even thought you'd be romantically involved with any of them.

"Wait! Y/N!" You stopped and turned to see Zayn running after you. "Hey, you did amazing!" He complimented.

"Aw, thank you, Zayn! You guys did great too. Tell Harry he smashed that high note, yeah?" You smiled before you continued to walk to your dressing room. Zayn seemed to stay hot on your heels and you furrowed your eyebrows before continuing to walk, hoping he was going somewhere else, but when you opened your dressing room door, and were pushed up against it, a pair of lips smashing into yours, you knew that it was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong.

"Zayn, what are we doing?" You asked as he pushed you further into the room, the door already locked with his swift moves, before he pulled off the leather jacket he was wearing, and pushing you onto the sofa. "Zayn, Zayn! What is this?" You pulled away from the kiss as he sighed.

"It's whatever you want it to be," he whispered before pulling off his graphic t-shirt. His eyes connecting with yours.

"I don't want it to mean anything," you said, truthfully. In all honesty, you felt an attraction towards the curly haired, green eyed one, but you knew that wouldn't be happening. So why did hooking up with Zayn feel so wrong?

"Ok, babe. A hook up, fine by me. Hook ups mean nothing," he whispered the last sentence before pulling off the tank top you had on, exposing your neon pink bra. Why did this feel so wrong?

You were put on the spot. You didn't want to drink a raw egg from a glass, or show your boobs, or sit in your underwear for the rest of the game, so you chose truth. But you'd have rathered sit naked instead of answer the question. You and Zayn starting at each other, nerves in both of your eyes.

"Come on guys, that's a little inappropriate to ask my fiancé," Harry laughed, placing an arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple gently. You had sobered up completely.

"It's Truth or Dare, Harry. Don't be a kill joy," Louis laughed, taking another swig of the beer in his hand. "C'mon Y/N. Have you ever hooked up with someone? If so, who?" Louis smirked. You were convinced he knew, but you knew he'd never do this to you if he did. You and Louis always had gotten on so well.

"Can I pass?" You squeaked out, earning a shake of the head from Niall.

"No can do! The whole point of t'game is that you gotta answer," Niall slurred out and you shook your head.

"Baby, it's fine. Just answer, they won't shut up if you don't. I know you've been with other guys, it's ok," Harry gave you a nod, encouraging you, but you couldn't. You couldn't physically do it. You were frozen. "Honestly, I'm fine with it."

"Yes, I have. But I'd rather not say who it was with, ok," you said bluntly, glancing at Zayn. Harry's eyebrows furrowed and you knew now he would question it.

"T'at defeats t'object of t'game," Niall's irish accent stronger than ever.

"Y/N, you can't do that," Louis whined.

"Fucking hell! It was Zayn ok, I hooked up with Zayn!" You shouted and the whole room went silent. Zayn's eyes wide as you'd ever seen them. Harry's arm dropped from your shoulders. Louis and Niall looked guilty as hell, and Liam looked at you like he had no idea what had just happened.

"Excuse me," Harry murmured under his breath, before standing up from the circle, looking hurt as hell, and you weren't surprised.

"Y/N, I'm-" Niall started to say but you cut him off, standing up, and running after your fiancé who was the most important person in all of this.

"Harry!" You shouted after him, but he ignored it, if anything he picked up the pace instead of slowing down. "Babe, please! Let me explain," you shouted after him and he came to a sudden stop.

"Please do! Because I'd love to know how you managed to tumble into bed with my bandmate, Y/N," he spat, his face one of disgust and sadness, anger in the mix too.

"Harry, it was before we even started, I promise. I would never do anything to hurt you, you need to believe me. How was I supposed to know that we would eventually be engaged? How was I supposed to know anything was to even happen between us. It meant nothing, H. Please, believe me," you whispered. A tear fell down your cheek and Harry sighed.

"When? How did it happen?" He whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

"Twas the night we both performed on The X Factor. Zayn came running after me to tell me how great I did, and I thanked him, but he followed me to my dressing room, and I asked him what it was. He asked me what I wanted it to be and I told him I wanted it to mean nothing. It meant nothing. Hook ups mean nothing," you whispered the sentence that Zayn had said to you three years ago. "I love you, the ring on my finger is yours, not Zayn's. Please don't hate me," you wiped a tear from your cheek.

"I could never hate you," he pulled you into a hug, and you sighed happily. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

You shrugged. "I guess I was trying to forget it ever happened. I guess because it meant nothing I didn't want to tell you and hurt you. I just wanted to protect you," you said. He held you at arm's length before pulling you back in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I just hate the fact that he's seen you like that - the way only I should see you like," he said, anger raising in his voice. You grabbed his hands, stroking your thumb over his fingers.

"Hey, you've seen more of me than anyone on this earth. You've seen me at my weakest, you've seen every single side of me that no one else has. You know me - not anyone else I've been with - you," you whispered into his ear, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw once you had finished speaking.

"I must admit, I am a little jealous that he got you first," he chuckled into your shoulder.

"But you have me for the rest of your life," you laughed, pressing a soft peck to the corner of his lips.

"That I do, Future Missus Styles. And I cannot wait."

And you shared a passionate, sweet kiss in the middle of a Brussels hotel corridor, not caring who was watching through their peephole, or who was walking by. Or the fact that the four boys who were in the same band as your fiancé were stood behind you, watching the drama that unfolded in front of their eyes. Because Harry was all you'd ever need. And he's all you'd ever want.