Imagine (Harry Styles fanfiction)

17.

'HARRY WATCH OUT!' I yell. The car comes closer and closer and keeps honking. Harry quickly turns the car steering wheel to the right, just in time. We ride on the right side of the way again. I breathe very heavily, I feel my heart beating in my chest. My hand is gripped to the door, let's just say Harry isn't the best driver.

'Are you okay?' says Harry all white.
'I am', I say. 'I am just shocked, how are you? You look all white.'
'I am okay, I guess.' I can just see his chest go up and down really fast.

We just sit in the car, no one talks. My sweaty hand is still clamped on the door. I'm scared, scared that it will happen again. I don't want to get in an accident or something like that.

Ten minutes later we start to talk again, finally. We just talk like nothing happened, we aren't gonna tell anybody. They will make a drama out of it and we don't want that.

Some long minutes later we arrived at the town. It looks really nice! Everywhere you have kinda vintage houses, but you also have a lot of modern houses and shops. We will entertain us here, I know that for sure.

'Open Google Maps and look for a hotel, not too expensive.' says Harry. I nod and I scroll through my apps looking for maps. It's all hidden in a folder with apps I never use.

I simply just type in hotels. Within a second I get hundreds of results. Modern hotels, vintage hotels, cheap hotels, expensive hotels, hotels with and without breakfast. Just a lot, some of them are still far away from this town and we don't want that.

I finally find a hotel, it isn't expensive but also not really cheap. You can get breakfast and there is a restaurant and a pool. I give Harry the directions too how to come there.

We arrive at the hotel. It's kinda big but it's really cute from the outside. It has a lot of real flowers on the front. We drive to the parking lot next to the hotel. When I step out of the car the first thing I do is stretch my legs.

The hotel from the inside looks really modern, I really like it. We walk to some sort of reception. A young lady with blond hair is sitting there and typing something on a computer.

'Hello, welcome to Coast Hotels, how can I help you?' she asks very politely.
'Hi', says Harry. 'We would like to book one room, inclusive breakfast for two nights, please.'
'Sure', answers the woman. 'That will be 450 euros, cash or card?' I wanna answer, because I want to pay. But Harry doesn't let me he already answers 'Card, please',

Harry pays and we get two keycards for a room. We walk towards a big elevator and go stand in it.
'Harry!' I say. 'I wanted to pay, I can't let you pay for this. It wasn't cheap or something...'
'It's alright', answers Harry. He wants to say more, but he can't. I have already started talking again. 'I'll pay you 225 euros when we're back home or right now. You're just gonna stay quiet right now and accept, okay?' I look him in the eyes with a face a mom would make when she is mad at her kid. Harry nods at me like a kid.

I swipe my keycard along the door and I hear a click, the door opens. When we walk into our room my mouth falls open, wow. It looks vintage, but kinda modern at the same time. It's just all vintage, but it's not like the stuff is all dirty or broken.

I love it, I really love it. It's cheaper than I thought. The room looks so nice, I would've paid way more money for this.

Harry also looks around like he walks in a castle. I think he likes it, just like me.
'C'mon', I say. 'We should unpack our stuff, I want to do something today.' I wake up Harry out of his thoughts, he looks at me with big eyes.
'Uh, yes sure', he says and he walks towards his suitcase. He seems kinda sad, or shocked. I think it's because of the car accident we almost had.

Within a minute Harry burst out in tears. Immediately I run towards him and we sit on the bed together. I put my hand on his shoulder and I lay his head on my chest. I slowly let my hand glide through his hair 'It's okay', I sus him, 'It's okay'. I slowly can feel how he starts to breathe more normally. I don't feel any more tears coming on my shirt.
'You wanna tell why you had to cry?' I ask while my hands still go through his soft curls.
'It's just- this room reminds me of our old house. We used to live in a really big house and I also looked kinda like this. It just reminds me of the time where I was really young and my parents were home a lot.' He says with tears in his eyes.
'I'm so sorry, Haz', I whisper. 'Let's just cuddle, alright?' He nods, just like a little kid after they hurt themselves. I dry the tears that are left under his eyes, we just fall on the bed.

Harry's strong arms around me, giving me a tight hug. This is love, this is love. Love isn't all the other kissing stuff. Of course it's included, but if my boyfriend cries where I am, I feel special. It means he trusts me, I'm so sorry he had to go through this.

I look into his eyes, I see that they're filled with sadness. I give him a little kiss on his forehead.
We'll be alright
Something he always says to me, we'll be alright. It is a short sentence, but it means a lot to me. Hearing from someone that you love and trust that it will be alright is just really amazing. It makes me feel comfortable and happy. We'll be alright are the words I needed to hear when I wasn't alright. When I wanted to leave the world and just was so done with everything.

Now I am alright, I am so happy about it. Never thought that I would be alright. But someone always told me the future will get better and they didn't lie. The future really did get better, it really did. When I'm older I'm gonna marry Harry and we will be happy and maybe even get a family.

Things I didn't even dared to dream about, they are real now. Having a loving boyfriend and loving friends. That's everything I ever wanted.