Anonymous asked:
OMG I NEED PART 4

You’ll get it, don’t worry :) I’m glad you’re enjoying it

Anonymous asked:
Hi babe, when are you planning on uploading part 4?? I absolutely adored part 3!!! Your such an amazing writer! xx

Thank you so much :) I’m not quite sure when Part 4 will be up, I already have an idea for it I just have to find some time to write it. Hopefully it will be done in about three days.

Harry Is Cheating (Part 3)

Part 1: http://xxliampaynexx.tumblr.com/post/94646913578/harry-is-cheating-part-1

Part 2: http://xxliampaynexx.tumblr.com/post/95036878293/harry-is-cheating-part-2

    It had been five days since you found Harry entangled with another woman. You were still staying at Zayn’s house, he said he didn’t mind but you needed to get out of there. Every sad glance that Zayn or the other boys threw your way felt like a tight rope constricted around your neck. Early morning sun streamed into the guest room window. You peeled yourself away from the bed, leaving bits of sadness and decay behind on the mattress. You slowly made your way to the bathroom, you barely recognized your face in the mirror, dark circles spread far below your eyes as if they had been trying to climb to meet your eyes but collapsed from exhaustion before they got there. Your hair lay limp and weak, imitating your mental state. You didn’t think you’d feel or look this broken but Harry was your first true love, you missed him with every ounce of your being. Looking at yourself made you feel pathetic, suck it up, you thought to yourself.

    Hair curled, eyelashes coated thickly, dark circles concealed, lipstick on, today you were going to your old house to pick up your things so you could begin rebuilding your life. You knew you’d have to do this eventually but the thought of it made you sick to your stomach. You wandered downstairs, Zayn had gone out today but since everyone was worried about leaving you alone Liam had come over. You saw him sitting at the table, hunched over his phone. You let yourself occupy the chair that was across from him, he looked up at you with his brightest smile. 

"Morning, how are you?" Liam asked, talking softly as if he thought that if he spoke too loudly you would crumble in front of him. 

"I’m going to get my things today," You responded, ignoring his pleasantries. Concern reared up and knitted his eyebrows together. You shook your head slightly, signaling that you didn’t want his sympathy. "I’ll be going alone." You added. Liam nodded, you gave a small smile.

    You had been standing by the door for at least ten minutes, keys in hand, physically ready to leave Zayn’s but mentally unable. Your feet felt like led, the thought of lifting them made you tired and dizzy. You heard footsteps walking down the hall, your neck was stubborn and wouldn’t let you turn around to see who it was. A hand was resting on your shoulder. “Come on, I’ll drive you.” It was Liam who had just spoken. You wanted to go alone, you wanted to prove that you were strong enough to make it through this without someone else but you couldn’t do it. Liam slipped the keys out of your hand, grabbed your upper arm lightly and steered you towards your car. 

    You couldn’t ignore the stench that rushed out of your old home when you opened your door, the smell of rotting food berated you. You stepped inside, Liam following behind you, vomit threatening to abandon you, air eluding your lungs. Harry didn’t seem to be home, the air was heavy in the house as if no one had been here for days, you wondered if he’d moved out or if he was staying with Louis, you’d asked the boys not to inform you of his whereabouts. Trash was strewn across the living room, you hurried quickly past it, for some reason the mess was bringing you dangerously close to tears. You just needed to go to your bedroom and collect your belongings. You could do that, that was easy enough, right? 

    You made Liam enter the bedroom first, you didn’t want to be the one to push open the door, it would make the memory burn too brightly in your mind. With the door to the bedroom wide open you closed your eyes and went inside. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw Liam talking to someone who was encased in blankets on the bed. Harry. Liam looked over at you as you entered which alerted Harry to your presence. He looked awful. He reminded you of an abandoned dog, your heart sunk.

"(Y/N)" Harry croaked out, "I need to talk to you." You didn’t speak, you didn’t do anything. It was like this was a movie you were watching, you couldn’t do anything but observe.

"I don’t think now is the time, mate." Liam told Harry, giving him a sympathetic look as he did so.  You watched Harry’s face crash for a minute before coming back with a look of severe determination. Suddenly you were nervous and you didn’t know why.

"No, no, no, I need to speak to her right now, Liam. You don’t understand." Liam put a hand on Harry’s shoulder to soothe him but Harry brushed it off. "You don’t fucking know what it’s like to be without you, fucking talk to me, (Y/N)." His words made a dull thud in your ears. You tried to form words but it seemed as if your tongue was broken. "Talk to me!" Harry roared. 

"That’s enough!" Liam sad, matching Harry’s angry tone. Harry started to move, disturbing the stillness of the air, ripples spread out and made thei way to you, making you shiver. Harry’s eyes were fixed on yours, he was trying to get to you, all of a sudden you were nervous, Harry had never looked at you in this way before. Liam put a firm hand on his chest, barring his way towards you. All of a sudden you felt Harry’s anger swell, you tried to move as you realized what was about to happen but you were frozen. Harry’s arm drew back, a shout dribbled out of your mouth but it was lost in the sound of Harry’s fist slamming against Liam’s face. Liam crumpled like a rag doll that a child had dropped. You knew you had to leave, this wasn’t safe, Harry wasn’t himself. You turned to go and as you ran you heard Harry screaming your name. This was just how you felt the night you caught him cheating, your feet moving, heart pounding, Harry chasing after you. You were almost to the door when you felt a hand wrap around your shoulder and spin you around. You were face to face with the man who was the source of your tears every night. His eyes were blood shot, his mouth was a taught line, he looked nothing like himself. You were terrified.  

Anonymous asked:
When r u gonna upload part 3?

It’s coming today :)


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Anonymous asked:
Are you going to upload part 3?? 🙏🙏🙏

Yes I am, I’m working on it today and I’m hoping to upload it tonight. I’ve been super busy though and entirely exhausted so we’ll see.

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Harry Is Cheating (Part 2)

Link to Part 1: http://xxliampaynexx.tumblr.com/post/94646913578/harry-is-cheating-part-1

 Zayn had carried you inside once you had started shaking from the cold rain. You were sitting on his couch, blanket wrapped around you, hands cupped in front of you as if you were waiting to hold something. Zayn had gone into the other room, he had told you what he was doing but you didn’t remember. Everything felt numb. Zayn came back with a steaming cup of tea in his hands, he placed it on the small table in front of you and sat down on the couch. His movements rattled the couch and with each shake you felt like pieces of you were falling to the floor. Like a tree losing leaves in the fall. You were delicate, shattered. You worked on building a wall of silence, letting the undisturbed quiet fill the hole that seemed to be forming in your spirit. The silence grew, sending out dark lacy spider webs that traversed through your body, temporarily making you feel whole. You bathed in the stillness until it was broken by Zayn’s timid voice.

"(Y/N), what happened?" He asked, obviously unsure if the question was appropriate. 

"I came home early and Harry was. He was. I saw it." That was all you could bring yourself to say, the unspoken words lodged in your throat, stinging, making fresh tears spring to your eyes. Even though you hadn’t made it through a full explanation Zayn knew what you meant. He held you, trying to be compassionate, but you felt anger building in him. He broke off the hug after a few minutes and headed to his bedroom, you knew he was going to call Harry, you didn’t have the energy to stop him. Although Zayn had tried to muffle his conversation with the bedroom door you could hear his conversation easily. 

    “What the hell, man?!” Zayn yelled into the phone. He was then quiet for a long time as Harry spoke, you could imagine his slow deep voice rattling off a number of excuses that didn’t matter. “She’s on my couch fucking sobbing because of you.” Zayn stated, you wished he hadn’t mentioned the tears. Again there was more silence as Harry talked, the next time Zayn spoke there was an air of compassion, “Get Louis over there, mate, I can’t come over.” Zayn had stopped yelling completely, “No, no don’t come over. She needs a little time. I know, I know, I’ll try and get her to call you.” You knew you had to talk to him, you also knew that if you didn’t go back there tonight you’d never have the courage again. Before Zayn had even come out of his room you were out the door and back in your car.

    The rain had stopped by the time you pulled into your driveway. You’d turned off the headlights before you got there, you didn’t want him to know you were coming in case you couldn’t bring yourself to walk inside. You walked up onto the porch, for a moment you thought you should knock even though this was your house as well, everything felt a little alien tonight. You pushed open the front door and you saw a disheveled head of curly hair sitting on the couch, you cleared your throat, making your presence known. Harry turned around to face you, his eyes were outlined in red and he looked broken. “(Y/N)?” He questioned, voice cracking. Before you could respond Louis came running into the room from down the hall, anger flashed in his eyes as he saw you. 

"Look what you did to him! He hasn’t stopped crying! It’s been hours." Louis exclaimed, taking a dangerous step towards you. You stayed silent, a pang of guilt made its way through you but you shot it down, you weren’t the one who should feel bad. 

"Stop, Lou. Give us a minute." Harry said, his voice sounding a little stronger this time. Louis turned to go but put his hand on your shoulder first, you knew he felt bad for what had happened to you but his alliance remained with Harry. Even after Louis had left you stayed where you were, you had no idea what to say to Harry so you didn’t say anything. He gave you a weak smile and patted the empty space that was next to him on the couch. You shook your head, if you got near him you would cry and you were absolutely not going to cry in front of him. 

"I’m so sorry, (Y/N), you need to understand that. I never meant for this to happen, I don’t know what I was doing. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, please you have to forgive me." He was begging at this point. Your expression remained the same. You watched his face fall when he realized that his words wouldn’t change anything. 

"You cheated." You managed to squeak out. Your knees began to tremble, you silently willed yourself strength to get through this. Tears rolled down Harry’s cheeks, you had never seen him cry before. 

"I need you, (Y/N). I’m nothing without you." You walked over to him and kissed him one last time. You could taste salt coating his lips from all the tears, butterflies still erupted in your stomach from the feeling of his touch, they made you sick. 

    You didn’t really remember driving back to Zayn’s but all of a sudden you were there, being ushered inside by Zayn. Niall and Liam sat at the table, worry lines present on their foreheads. You were quickly enveloped in a big group hug. 

"We’re here for you." Niall reassured you in his thick Irish accent. You were thankful for all the support but you just wanted to be alone. You retreated to Zayn’s guest room, not even bothering to ask if you could spend the night. You burrowed under the covers and curled up next to your phone that was displaying at least fifty missed calls from Harry.

A/N: I hoped you liked this chapter, I feel like it was a bit boring but it’s necessary for the story. Part 3 should be up sometime in the next two days.