Imagines

Harry Styles

I really like this song even though I can't stand Taylor Swift (don't hate me if you're a fan) but uh I like this song and when I hear it I think of Harry so uhh yeah..

The way I'm going to do this is like the way I did 'Waiting for This Love'

This will probably be like long.

Enjoy!!

|Style by Taylor Swift|

'Midnight, You come and pick me up no headlights, Long drive, Can end in burning flames or paradise, Fade into view, Oh, It's been a while since I have even heard from you'

Tossing and turning in my bed, I check the clock seeing it's 3 minutes till midnight. I groan and throw the covers off my body and trudge down to the kitchen filling up a cup with scorching water, throwing two teabags and a spoonful of sugar, mixing the contents and bringing it to my lips. A knock on the door causes me to jump slightly, the hot tea in my cup spilling out onto my hand.

"Ow shit!" I curse and grip a towel holding it onto my hand, as another knock is heard at my door.

Who the hell would be here at midnight?

I walk to the door and open it revealing, a guy I never thought I'd see again.

"Harry, It's been a while hasn't it?" I say nervously pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah uh it has" He mutters awkwardly.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, watching a smirk form on his lips.

"I'm taking you for a drive, go change and meet me in my car" He demands and turns on his heel walking to his car. I shut the door and let out a groan and run upstairs ripping open the door to my closet to find something to catch Harry's attention.

"Aha!" I cheer when I find my tight black mini skirt, and my favorite white crop top. I put them on and throw on my black converse and grab my phone and run down the steps and out of my house, grabbing my keys out of the bowl and walking to Harry's car seeing him leaning against it waiting for me.

When he notices me, his eyes trail down my body and back up, his lip taken between his teeth. His eyes meet mine and he smirks opening the door for me and helping me inside and closing it behind me. Moments later he enters the drivers side and turns on the car, my palms begin to sweat as he backs out of my driveway.

My nerves go haywire as I realize this 'drive' could go one of two ways...

It could crash and burn in flames...

or

It could end perfectly and it'd be all flowers and rainbows and just the perfect paradise.

But in reality, I feel like it'd end in flames, he hasn't talked to me in months and out of no where he shows up at my house telling me to get ready for a long drive. Not to mention the fact that he's all over the magazines with a new girl, all of which are way prettier than me, I mean they're all models and I'm just a normal small town girl.

'I should tell you to leave 'cause I, Know exactly where this leads but I, Watch us go 'round and 'round each time'

This is wrong, so so wrong. I should just tell him to drive me back home and to never talk to me again. I know exactly how this is going to end, I'm going to fall for him all over again and he's just going to leave me in the dust, and never talk to me again.

I'm setting myself up for heartbreak. As they say, history repeats itself, and our history together is sure to repeat itself, he'll leave me again.