One Direction Imagines

Cheating Harry Imagine For Angela

You stood there, shocked, just looking at her, until a new voice interrupted you.

"Why are you still here? My girlfriends going to be home any minute. I told you, this was just a-" Harry started speaking as he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, as he spoke to the girl in the bed.

He stopped talking as he noticed you in the doorway.

"Angela, I-I can explain." He started.

You peeled your tear filled eyes away from the blond in the bed as you looked at him, still in shock.

"How- how could you, Harry?" You managed to ask.

"Angela, it's not what you think, this is all just an accident. I-" He began.

"An accident?" You repeated. "You accidentally brought her up to our room? You accidentally took your clothes off? Oh, and lemme guess, you accidentally fucked another girl, and cheated on me? How is that even possibly, Harry? No, the real accident I had was wasting two fucking years of my life, loving and trusting you, all to be cheated on in the end. Save it, Harry. I don't even want to hear what stupid excuse your going to use. I'll just leave, but please, don't stop on my account. Go back to fucking this slut." You harshly said to him with a shaky voice as tears slid down your face.

"No, Ang, please don't leave me. Let me explain please! Don't leave me, I love you!" Harry called after you as you ran out of the room and down the stairs.

You grabbed your purse and keys, and turned around one last time. Harry was staring at you with one of his hand trying to keep the towel around his waist up. He has desperation and hope at the same time in his green eyes, as his chest moved up in down in anxiousness as he tried to calm himself down, and stop you from leaving.

"And the sad thing is, I loved you too." You told him back, and with that, you walked out the door, and left Harry hopelessly standing there.

Well, now your pregnant, and alone.

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{THREE YEARS LATER}

It had been three years since you last had seen or spoken to Harry Styles.

Seen in person that is. You still saw him, along with the rest of One Direction all over billboards, Twitter, TV commercials, books, everywhere.

You had given birth to a beautiful baby boy. Edward Louis Styles.

Edward because it was Harry's middle name, Louis in honor of the one and only Louis Tomlinson, and Styles because after all, his dad's last name is Styles.

He was a lot like Harry, he had his big brown curls, and his green eyes, but he was also like you. He had your toothy smile, and your nose,

Once you decided to stay in Holmes Chapel and stay with a friend, who gladly welcomed you and Ed, he had picked up the accent, and even sounded like Harry.

Ed was two years and two months old, and you were taking him out to the park.

"Mummy, mummy, I ready!" He yelled as he ran up to you.

Little Ed was a fast learner, and actually started talking very quickly. It was surprising how much he could say, and in only the two years he's been alive.

"Me two, sweetie, come on!" You exclaimed with as much energy he had as you picked him up, and gave him a kiss as you took him out side, and began walking to the park, which was very close by, otherwise you would of drove.

After about thirty seconds of walking, Ed spoke.

"Mum, I can walk." He said giggling and squirming in your arms.