Harry Styles Imagines

19. Ill, Part III.

"Baby?" Harry's voice sounds through the phone and my heart aches as if I haven't heard it for ages. "Didn't I wake you up?" he adds and I smile at how caring he is.

"No, no, no worries," I reply quickly and clear my throat shortly after. "I'm up. How are you, babe?"

"I'm good, I'm good, but how are you feeling? Your voice sounds still quite hoarse. Does it still hurt?" he asks and I know there are worried wrinkles on his forehead now.

"No, not anymore. I'll be fine soon." I reassure him and lie down in my old bed.

As I look around I see the books on the shelf above me and a few pictures hanging on the wall. There's also a poster of my favourite band, that I was obsessed with when I was a teenager.

The room makes me feel somewhat nostalgic and sad.

It's strange to think like that but I can't help but think that I don't belong here anymore. I mean of course, I love my parents and this house but I'm an adult now and this room I'm in right now seems just like one chapter of my life that's already gone, far away from where I am now.

"When will you be home?" Harry asks, reminding me that he is my home now. "It's been two days. And nights. Two terrible nights without you next to me."

I laugh at his cheekyness. "Very soon?" I say, wanting to console him and myself and I wish to be with him again, too. "Tomorrow, yeah?"

"Oh, yeah?" he replies excitedly, making me smile before confirming his question. Then his voice gets quieter as he continues. The atmosphere seems a lot more serious as well.

"You know, something strange happened when I was here alone without you..." he breathes out and pauses, "I.. I've been missing you terribly," a chuckle escapes his lips. "I mean- It was actually worse.. I felt like a huge part of me has been missing - and that scared me for a while, but then I realised something..." he stops talking and takes a deep breath.

He doesn't say anything for a few moments and I hesitate, but then ask quietly, breaking the silence "What did you realise?"

"I... I actually like it that way. You know, to have someone who you're so used to and can't fall asleep without.. someone who's always with you, through good and bad. Someone you can rely on... " he says and I can hear the smile in his voice. "And I've got you."

His speech is so sincere and beautiful that I can feel the tears brimming my eyes as I release a shaky breath. "And I've got you." I repeat his words softly and wipe the tears that have meanwhile ran down my cheeks away, smiling to myself.

That moment was something special and I'll never forget it. I still remember lying there in my old room, in my old bed, phone pressed to my ear as I listened to the deep and raspy voice coming through the speaker.

It was a bit bittersweet; sad because I missed him very much, but hearing him say all those loving words to me made me feel happier that I've been.

I've never loved anyone as much as I love Harry and I don't think I ever will. There's just got something about him; he's so unique yet so simple, modest and normal, and just... him. He's perfect and doesn't even need to try; everything he does comes so naturally to him and I sometimes wonder and think that it's his big heart and beautiful soul that make it so easy for him.

Having Harry was the best thing that's ever happened to me and I couldn't be more grateful that I got to know both of them; his heart and his soul.

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-Veronika ♡