Author's Note: How is it January 16th already? Damn. Umm, this is a very long imagine(like longer than my usual's) This imagine was requested. I have another requested imagine coming up later this week. Probably be up on the weekend. But anyways, enjoy! Leave me feedback if ya want. As always, love M.
Warnings: NSFW.
Concept: H proposes to have a threesome with Y/N and her enemy to clear their bad blood. H causes more hostility than there was before.
I don't like parties. Like, I really don't like parties. Apart from the fun of dancing at parties, I hated them. There was several reasons why. For one, I was not a party scene girl. I favored a night in than meeting strangers in a club. For another, the idea of being pressed against sweaty bodies all night made me queasy. And a third reason, I hated parties because I could bump into anyone I know. Especially people I had complicated history with. To be more specific, I hated being at a party tonight because of Stella Lowe. And the fact that Harry was talking to her instead of me right now.
For some background, Stella Lowe is a singer, just like me. She was also a recently former enemy. A recent former enemy, thanks to Harry. For years, the media had put Stella and I against each other. Often with them saying we were competing with each other and had a rivalry. There was some truth to what they said, especially the stories that said Stella was acting hostile towards me backstage at award shows. Those stories were very true. I remember a few times where Stella would ignore me when I was around. I remember Stella intentionally nudging me a bit when she passed me backstage too. At the time, I wondered why she was being rude to me. I really did nothing to hurt her. At least, I thought I did nothing to her. So afterwards, I did what I thought I was supposed to do. I let people continue to think we were enemies. One of those people were Harry. My boyfriend of almost two years. And of course, he wanted to know why.
When I told him the entire truth, he proposed for me to have dinner with Stella to fix the bad blood and clear the drama between us. I refused his proposal, joking that having a threesome with Harry and Stella was more likely than that happening. I guessed Harry didn't understand my joke because two nights later I found him and Stella in our home. And to my surprise, I let Harry get more involved in fixing my relationship with Stella that night.
. . .
Two weeks ago.
"Honey, I'm home!" I yelled out loud as I closed and locked the door behind me.
"In here" I heard Harry shout from the living room.
I walked down the hallway to the living room. Where I expected Harry to be lying on the couch while reading a book, I entered the living room seeing the last thing I would ever imagine to happen. I saw Harry sitting with Stella. Stella, as in Stella Lowe. My enemy.
I grew speechless in shock.
Why the hell was she here?
"Hi honey" Stella said, winking at me.
I rolled my eyes at her. I looked to Harry, assuming he had a part in why she was here.
"Umm, can we talk?" I asked Harry. "In private?"
Harry stood up from the couch.
I walked into the hallway, going into the nearest guest room to escape Stella. Harry followed behind me. I waited until he was in the room with me and until I closed the door to speak to him.
"Why the hell is she here?" I asked Harry.
"I can explain" Harry said.
I crossed my arms at him.
"Explain then" I said.
"When I asked if yeh wanted to clear the bad blood yeh have with her, yeh said yes" Harry began to explain. "But then when I asked yeh to go out for dinner with her, yeh said no-"
