Harry Styles Imagines

•Jealousy goes wrong•

same gemma,same.

CREDIT TO THE BEAUTIFUL OWNER.

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PHOTO: One Direction's Harry Styles spotted celebrating his 21st birthday in LA with model, Nadine Leapold.

My heart raced as I inspected the candid which showed Harry and Nadine- stood way too close- laughing at something, probably one of Harry's unfunny jokes. I slammed my phone down onto the granite kitchen surface in my tiny flat out of frustration.

It was 9pm in Cheshire, meaning it was 3pm over in LA, the day after Harry's birthday. I'd suspected he'd want to spend his birthday over there considering how much he'd loved the place; I was planning on flying out to Australia with him two days afterwards so we were going to celebrate then, but it hurt knowing that he celebrated his special birthday with another woman. I was completely reassured by Harry that they were nothing but friends, but it was so hard reading about rumours of them being more.

Leaning against the fridge I let out an exaggerated sigh. I'd not even been able to phone him to wish him a happy birthday because when I'd tried ringing him after I'd finished work, his phone was switched off.

Turning around, I opened the fridge door and retrieved my bottle of water. Just as I was unscrewing the cap, my phone began to vibrate violently against the granite surface. Tilting my head slightly so I could see the caller ID, I hesistated before making a decision to answer or ignore Harry's call. I wasn't prepared for him potentially lying about being with Nadine, plus I really didn't want to play the 'jealous girlfriend' role because I wasn't jealous; I was just incredibly pissed he preferred spending his birthday with her as opposed to his girlfriend for two years.

Before I had to make a decision, my phone stopped ringing. As I brought my water to my lips, my phone started to ring again. Biting my lip, I was quick to click 'ignore'. As I did so, I mentally kicked myself knowing that Harry would now know I was ignoring him. As that thought crossed my mind, I welcomed it. I had every right to be pissed at him and I wanted him to be aware of it, I just didn't really fancy talking to him.

Placing the water back into the fridge, I picked my phone up and placed into my jeans pocket. I made my way through the apartment I had recently bought; I'd lived in Cheshire my whole life but had decided it was time to leave my parents as I was nearly 21.

Taking a seat on my sofa, I felt my pocket vibrate shortly. Groaning internally, I pulled my phone from my pocket, bracing myself for whatever pissy text Harry had sent.

Have I done something to annoy you? I miss you.x

I let out a snort. Was he being serious? Deciding that his message wasn't even worthy of a reply and his actions weren't worth me sitting around all night feeling sorry for myself, I asked my two best friends if they wanted to go out.

When I got off of the phone from them both, I saw I had 12 missed calls from Harry, as well as several texts.

I'm not a mind reader, Y/N. If you don't tell me what's wrong, how am I supposed to know?

"Maybe if you weren't on the other side of the bloody world you would know," I muttered to myself.

I strolled across the hallway into my bedroom, reaching into my wardrobe for my favourite dress- a little red number that I had worn the night Harry had asked for my number. Knowing how much he adored me in that dress, I decided to upload a selfie of me in it to Instagram- after I slicked back my hair into a ponytail and applied some lipstick. It wouldn't be long until' he saw it as he often crept down his Instagram feed.