Harry Styles Imagines

» house party II

YALL IM SEEING HARRY IN CONCERT IN AUGUST 2021 WISHDBSKSLSLSS OKAY HERES PART 2 FOR CELEBRATION!!!

also, if you have tickets to see him drop what venue you're seeing him at in the comments. I'll be at the Arizona one!!

imagine written by me

word count; 3.28k
point of view; first person

Needless to say, I was screwed...

"Y/n! I thought I told you to stay in your room all night, did I not?"

I looked at the ground.

"Well, yes... but-"

She continued, "And didn't I say that I had clients coming over?"

"I do remember you saying that but-"

"And no other than my most important client is in your room, right now! Mr. Styles is my newest client and I cant have this opportunity ruined for me which is exactly what you're doing!" She yelled at me, face red and eyes wide, with her hands roaming through her hair, pulling strands on the way out.

She turned around for a moment with her hands on the back of her head to suggest that she couldn't bear to look at me at that moment. I was a failure to her. I compromised her job.

She took her hands off the back of her head and turned around to face me again, arms crossing in the front and face stern.

"May I ask, what is he doing in your room."

I stayed silent for a moment, then right when I was about to speak, I hear the creak of a door coming down the hall.

My mother and I both turn our heads to look at the direction of where the sound came from and we see the tall, curly headed man slowly creeping out of my room.

He turns in an attempt to shut my door quietly as to not interrupt my mother's stern conversation with me, but to no avail since we had been watching him since he opened the door. Good attempt though Harry.

He turns and his eyes meet my mothers, giving her a sympathetic smile. He doesn't dare to look at me.

My mother pushes past me and walks down the hall to talk to Harry.

I don't follow her so I can't hear exactly what she says from a distance, but it's something along the lines of, 'I'm so sorry about my daughter,' and, "Please forgive me, she won't be bothering you again,".

I can see Harry shake his head and put his hands up as to suggest that it was alright. My mother continues to whine and "apologize" to him despite his efforts of trying to get away.

I couldn't take my mom apologizing like that, about me, because I'm such an inconvenience for her. I turn on my heels and walk swiftly out of the hall and towards the front door. I close the front door as fast as I swung it open in an attempt to get out of that house and start walking down the street. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I would rather be anywhere but there.

I speed walk down the street trying to get as far away from my "home" as I could, with only my phone and the clothes off my back in my possession.

I make it about five minutes away from the house. No cars had been driving up and down the street since it was getting more secluded and less lived in the further I went.

As I rounded a corner, I heard a car come up behind me and start to slow down. When I turned around to look at the car, all I could see was the black SUV, unable to see who was behind it because of the blinding headlights.