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He Cheats Part 1 ~Harry~

Your POV

It has been months since you've last seen Harry and you couldn't wait to surprise him at his hotel. Everything was planned. You would knock on his door, he'd smile, kiss you, and you two would spend the night together. The smile wouldn't wipe of your face.

~3 Hours Later~

After a three hour flight from your place to his venue in New York you could barely contain yourself. When you step off the plane your phone begins to ring. Liam.

"Hey, (Y/N). You excited?" He asks from the other end of the phone. You squeal in response and he chuckles. "I'll take that as a yes, then?"

"Ugh, Liam I'm so excited. I miss him so much." You sigh.

"I know, (Y/N). Paul should be there to pick you. Oh! And he has an extra key-card for you so you can just walk in."

Oh, cool. An even better surprise. You and Liam say your goodbyes and after you grab your luggage from the belt you turn to see Paul waving at you. You smile and wave as you walk over. He embraces you and you hug right back.

You love Paul to death and are thankful to him everyday for keeping Harry safe. "Hey, (Y/N), how are you, sweetheart?" He asks thoughtfully.

"Very excited to see Harry." He nods in understanding. You make your way to a sleek, black range rover and he helps you put the luggage in and you make your way to the passenger seat.

~At The Hotel~

"Here is your key-card, (Y/N). Have fun." He smiles and winks causing you to blush. "His room is on the top floor. Room 1D funnily enough." You chuckle at the irony and head over to the elevators, pulling your suitcase behind you.

Finally reaching his floor you find his room and quietly unlock it, your stomach nearly bursting with anticipation. When you get into the room you hear quiet groaning.

"Oh, Harry, yes!" An unknown, female voice screeches. You make your way to the cracked bedroom door and to your horror you see Harry pinning a girl down, thrusting into her. Tears fall silently out of your eyes and you back up slowly.

But you don't go down that easily. You move to the couch and sit down before your knees give out. And five minutes later, the sound of your beloved boyfriend reaching his climax with another woman will be forever engrained in your mind.

You hear quiet chatter and a little shuffling that sounds like clothes being put on. "Hey thanks, babe. That was hot. Better call my girlfriend." Harry says.

"No need." You call and for a minute the hotel room is so quiet you could here a pin drop. And slowly but surely Harry comes out of the room in his boxers. He looks at you and you look back at him stoically. "Babe, who is it?" A girl calls. She comes strutting out with her beautiful figure adorned in only the best lingerie.  She is exquisite. Her long, sleek, brown hair puts yours to shame, her figure is perfect, and frankly so is her face. You knew you would never be good enough for Harry, and tonight just proved it.

"I came here to surprise you, Harry. I'm sorry I interrupted. I'll leave. Have fun, she's beautiful." You say tearily. Without grabbing your luggage you run out of the room.

"(Y/N), wait! Please!" Harry calls. But you don't you keep running. When you reach the elevator you press the button but it doesn't come quick enough and Harry catches up with you and grabs ahold of your shoulders. "Please, I'm sorry. I love you and only you. She was just sex." You chuckle darkly.

"Yeah, just sex. I saw her, Harry. She was the definition of perfection. And you wanna know the worst part? You aren't even drunk or have a legitimate excuse. You just thought 'Hey, my girlfriend isn't here I wanna fuck someone behind her back.' I hate you." You say. He whimpers.

"(Y/N), please. You're perfect. I love you. Please." You shake your head and step into the elevator. "Goodbye, Hazzaboo." You say quietly and he lets out a broken sob at the nickname. The doors close and you finally let go.

Harry's POV

What have I done?

(A/N: Part two will be up soon!)