#1dimagine

Imagine you and Harry are out at Chili’s. “BAbey do you like my luuk?” You ask. “Yes, Y/N.” Harry eats your poiny tail in his mouth.  

Although it was still new and you were still in the stage of getting to know each other, you were really excited about your relationship with Liam and felt that everything was going well. It had been a while since you’ve felt this way about a boy, love-struck and smitten, ever since your last ex-boyfriend from a three year ago, memories of whom left a bad taste in your mouth and the inability to ever eat at Olive Garden again (the place he deemed suitable to break your heart and end things). But Liam was nothing like the other guys in your past. He was kind and sweet, always rushing to open your door on dates, and considerate, ensuring arriving on time and offering his coat in the cold. He was also charming; when he met your group of close friends, he was able to break down their apprehensive walls within the hour, assuring them that he was equally as entranced by you and had no interest in breaking your heart. Which is why, as you were minutes away from meeting Liam’s best friends for a small dinner, you vowed to make sure to impress them.

“Hey babe,” he greeted with a peck to your lips as you stepped inside his apartment, determined and nervous. You returned the greeting and took off your flats before stepping onto the plush, white carpet, still unaccustomed to the luxurious loft he called home. “Okay,” you said, loosening your grip on the neck of the expensive wine bottle you purchased, leaving your college student bank account severely depleted, and handed it to Liam “I bought this for the boys, I wasn’t sure if they’d prefer red or white so I bought the most expensive one at the store so it’d better taste freaking amazing.” With the determined face of a footballer before a big match, you gathered your hair into a ponytail, tightening it as you enunciated, “It’s almost game time. Remember, I am the most loving girlfriend you’ve ever had and I adore you and you adore me. We’re overall, adorable. I’m super caring but also, I’m not clingy. The not clingy part is important. Did you get that Liam?” You screeched the last part a bit, borderline hysterical, as your boyfriend was snickering into the palm of his hands, eyes aglow with amusement and adoration at your antics.

“Love, seriously. They’re going to think you’re as brilliant as I do. And they’re pigs. They don’t even have a palate refined enough to differentiate between red and white wine,” he cooed into your ears, capturing you into an encompassing hug so you were unable to continue flitting around the room to straighten things up. Allowing yourself to take the pleasure of leaning against his hardened chest for one moment, you inhaled the comforting smell of his rich cologne, smiled to yourself, and pushed him away from you.

“I’m not taking any chances so I need you to bring your A-game. I have a list of talking points. I’ll bring up sports – don’t worry I googled the highlights of yesterday’s game. Then, I’ll be sure to mention how I’m majoring in anthropology so they’ll know I’m smart and goal oriented and finally, I’ll let it slip that my parents are both surgeons so they won’t think I’m after your money,” you stated, grinning like a proud Cheshire cat, a complete contrast from Liam’s widened eyes and gaped mouth, somewhat horrified and amused. “I dunno if you knew this but this isn’t a job interview. And the boys aren’t my parents,” he chuckled, apparently choosing to find your nervous state to be humorous.

His word however had the opposite effect that he had hoped, as you weren’t comforted but rather your eyes widened in horror as you gasped “Parents?! I didn’t even think about that! I have to get my fancy dress dry cleaned if we’re meeting your parents and then I’ll have to – no! No, I have to focus!” you stressed, throwing your hands to shield your eyes from being distracting from anything peripheral.

Your retort was interrupted by a series of knocking, prompting Liam to stride across the room to open the door as you hastily tugged at your carefully planned outfit to make sure you were presentable. Liam shot you a loving smile before he swung the door open, followed a variation of “Hey Liam,” being delivered by four different voices. Taking a deep breath and stepping forward, you put your plan into action. “Hey guys! I’m Y/N! Liam has told me so much about you all,” you greeted, hoping you projected how excited you felt despite your nervousness. You were about to follow up and ask if they were hungry when your eyes met a face you were sure you’d never see again, especially because you painstakingly took the time to unfriend him on all social medias, delete his number, and burned all of the pictures you had of him during a dramatic but necessary night in with your girls while getting drunk and nursing your broken heart. “Harry?!” you exclaimed a bit too loudly, the epitome of shock, as you looked at the boy who had your heart all those years ago, and had carelessly returned it a little bruised and definitely broken. “Y/N?” Harry said, equally bewildered, “Wha – What are you doing here? How do you know Liam?”

Liam, always charismatic and caring, but never observant, wrapped his arms around you and interjected, “This is Y/N, my girlfriend! Small World! How do the two of you know each other?”

“Um. We used to date actually. A while back,” Harry answered, seemingly breaking out of a trance that consisted of him staring at your face with wonder. You rushed ahead, meaning every word, “A long time ago, yes. I swear I didn’t know you all were friends, Liam, or I would’ve said something. But it doesn’t mean anything!”

One of the boys, Louis, piped up to ease the tension “Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N. That’s such a crazy coincidence that I’m sure means nothing,” he ushered the other two boys into the kitchen, “We’re just going to go on ahead and start eating.”

“And definitely not talk about how awkward this is!” piped up the blonde one, who you knew to be Niall. “And we’re also definitely not going to eavesdrop!” exclaimed Zayn, each receiving a blow to the head by Louis as he all but dragged them away, leaving you alone with your current and former lover.

Liam loved Harry, he truly did. But he had always felt a little envious of him, always believed him to get things easily in life and would be often annoyed at how just the slight appearance of his dimples would lead to girls swooning and having doors of opportunity opened for him. And now, after he felt that he found ‘the one’, the girl who he has been enraptured by since day one -  when you first met at a party and immediately engaged in a drunken conversation about your fan theories for Stranger Things (with your hair messily cascading down your back and your smile widened with lack of inhibition, he was enamored by you even then, especially then) - he finds that Harry loved you first. And worse, that you used to love Harry once upon a time. But the worst part that had Liam scared and wanting to clutch you into his arms (much like an only child with their beloved toy when asked to share), was the look in Harry’s face as his eyes bore into yours. Liam knew Harry enough to recognize the expression of regret, nostalgia, and desire.

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