Harry Styles Imagines

Dominent

9 days. It has been 9 days since me and y/n broke up, although we still love each other we figured it would be best if we just separated for a while. Recently we would just argue over the most pathetic things, we both hated what we had become. The decision was mutual, I guess a break from each other would help us, we would realise how much we meant to one another.

As much as I didn't want to, Zac forces me to come to this club with him. He thought it would be a good idea to drink and stop being so miserable recently, I finally gave in and went. That's where I was right now, in a crowded club with sweaty bodies dancing around on the dance floor.

I didn't feel like dancing, of I did there was bound to be some woman who tried flirting with me. I couldn't deal with doing something I would regret in the morning, I wouldn't say I was single; more like things were just complicated.

I left Zac to be alone with the brunette woman he had just met, I would much prefer a few shots of vodka compared to a random girl.
I placed the empty shot glass down on the wooden bar table before I sat down on the red cushioned stool. I needed to drown away my memories and thoughts at this very minute, my mind seemed to be clouded by Y/N. She was always on my mind, when was she not? I guess it was normal, she did have a huge impact in my life for the past 3 years.

The bartender noticed my empty cup, immediately filling it up with the correct liquor I had ordered the first time. As soon as I received it, I downed it. It didn't have any effect on me yet, all I had in my brain was Y/N. I wondered what she was doing right at this moment, knowing her she would be in our bed cuddled up with Netflix on. Or she would be painting her nails as I knew she loved to paint them at stupid times of the day.

This time I asked the guy behind the bar for a bottle of larger with a straw, he gave me and odd look but I didn't question him about it. I just knew that the straw would help me get drunk quicker. I span the stool around until I was facing the crowded dance floor, I watched as couples and people who seemed to be getting together danced. I felt emptiness inside me grow, I missed being with her.

I continued sucking on the straw to receive more alcohol until I froze when I noticed someone familiar. All I could see was a head of long brown locks but I could tell who it was, I new who she was. For about 3 years now I had woken up to the sight of the back of her head, I knew it was her. When I saw who she was with, my level of anger inside my body increased. She was dancing with another man; I needed to know who he was, why she was here and how come she had gotten over me so quickly. My eyes were pierced on to them, my gaze intensely watching their every move. That was I until I couldn't take anymore. I slammed my bottle down on the bar, I couldn't control my anger as I walked over to the pair. Grabbing the bloke by the biceps, I pulled him away from my girl.

"H-Harry?" She asked confusedly but also in shock that I was here.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, she was the most beautiful human being I had ever laid eyes on. I really did love her, I knew that we didn't need a break because I wanted to go home with her but she was more interested in some other guy.

"You know this fućking psycho?" The blonde guy she was with asked her.

"Uh, yeah--" I cut her off by speaking on impulse, "She's my fucking wife!" As soon as the words left my lips I knew I was fućked, why did I say that. Y/N just let out a huge gasp, staring at me.

"What the hell, I'm done with this bullshît!" The guy frustratedly said before leaving us two to be alone.

"Harry..." She started out by saying, before she could say anymore I began to talk.