Harry Styles Imagines

01.Heartbroken

Your pov:
We are never ever getting back together!" I cry as I stomp off to my house, away from my boyfriend.

I cry all the way. I felt betrayed, alone, unloved and anger.

I walk into the neighbourhood park and sit on a bench.

"Why? Why?" I mumble as hot tears continue to fall fiercely down my cheeks.

"I hate you,(BF/N)! I hate you!" I shout as people start to stare at me.

"Are you okay?" A deep British accent greets me.

I stay in silence while he reaches some candy from his pocket.

"Want some candy?" He hands me a white candy with a red heart in the middle.

I shake my head as he place it on his shoulder and then to his mouth.

"Sweet." He comments and sits beside me.

I look at him carefully as he stares back at me.

"Anything on my face?" He asks and I shake my head in reply.

"No. You just seemed familiar to me." I reply as he chuckles.

"Um, yeah. I must be. Because I'm Harry. Harry Styles from One Direction." He introduces as I nod my head.

I am speechless and thirsty from crying. I felt like my heart went out, dead.

"Aren't you a fan of me?" He asks, his eyebrows cross.

"Not really. I liked Niall, the blonde haired guy." I reply.

"Oh." He sounds sad as he pats my back.

"Heartbroken?"

"How did you k-?" He cuts me off.

"Let's just say 'same condition'." He puts imaginary air quotes as I nod my head.

"Actually, do you have some water?" I request.

"Sure." He gives me a bottle of water and I gulp all of the water down.

"Thank you." I wipe my lips as he smiles. Pink lips.

"So, where are the others?"

"In the hotel." He replies as I stand up.

"You haven't told me your name." He says.

"Oh, yeah. How rude of me. I'm (Y/N)." I giggle and start to walk away.

He grabs my wrist and gives me the puppy eyes.

"Do you think we might meet another time?" He asks. Oh my! He's using his charms on me!

"Yeah. Maybe. If the god gives us the chance." I joke and leave.

What an annoying flirt!
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Part two at No. 51.