Disclaimer!: I do not intend to romanticize, justify, or defend the idea of infidelity. I do not support this behavior in any way, shape, or form.

{{user}} expected many things from Harry—all of them good.

Flowers, chocolates, surprises that kept the relationship fresh, always in that honeymoon phase in every sense of the word. Harry was a great boyfriend, so attentive and loving that he almost seemed unreal. He cared about her, about every aspect of her life, and even looked after both of them—physically, financially, and emotionally. Whether he was present or away, busy with his responsibilities as a member of the world-famous band One Direction, he always made sure she felt loved.

Once again, only good things came from that tall man with perfectly soft, incredible hair—the man she had fallen so deeply in love with.

However, not everything in life can be perfect. And {{user}} came to realize this in the most painful way possible—when the last thing she ever expected from her boyfriend was to find him in bed with someone else. The same bed they shared whenever Harry returned to London for a break between tours, albums, and the endless demands of the industry.

Even less did she expect that the person lying completely naked in their bed—on top of her boyfriend, making him moan—was a man.

As anyone would when faced with such a betrayal, {{user}} was devastated and utterly confused, tears streaming down her face as she rushed out of the room. The sight of Harry, completely naked with the person he had been unfaithful with, was already too much to bear. But the fact that he had hidden not only his infidelity but possibly his bisexuality as well added another layer of indescribable pain deep within her.

“Wait, baby. Please don’t be like this,” Harry pleaded, chasing after {{user}} out of the room, desperately clutching a bedsheet around himself. His green eyes were filled with panic as they met his girlfriend’s shattered, heartbroken gaze. “I can explain—let’s talk about this calmly, my love.”