Harry Styles Imagines.

Him.

My day went pretty good until I saw Him.
Seeing him made my heart race, I started sweating, I couldn't breathe properly. It triggered all of the memories we had.

Harry was my best friend. Yep, was.
Not anymore. It's been 4 years since we fought. And in all those four years, I missed him very much. We were very close friends.

We practically shared a crib. We both used to be at each others places, we used to eat together. He is 3 years elder than me so he was very protective.

I hate that my half of my childhood memories included him. I've tried all kinds chips with him. He was the one who taught me how to ride a bike. And whenever we used to go to the park, he always would hold my hand till we reached.
I can still feel his hands holding mine, his fingers intertwining with mine, he had very rough hands and they were always warm.

I remember once, the school had finished and I kind of fought with one of my classmates in 4th grade, he came in between the fight and broke it off, he practically threatened my classmate that he should not be seen anywhere near me and that was the time he ever said "my Y/n".

I obviously grew feelings for him. He was my first love. They say you cannot forget your first love, and in my experience, it's true. I still couldn't forget him after 4 years.

So, I did the most stupid thing 4 years ago, I confessed my feelings for him. Yes, I did. That was the first and and very last time I ever approached a boy. So yeah, I told him that I Loved him and he just stood there, silent. I didn't know what thoughts were running through his mind and I, was shitting myself.

But then suddenly, my grandfather came to call me for dinner, so I had to go. I hoped he would something about this tomorrow, but he never did.
And since then,I understood that the feelings aren't reciprocated..... and that hurt the most...

After a while, we just started to drift apart.
I also remember once, he called me to play with him and some of out friends. I went to the park and saw him and Rose. Rose was a girl who just shifted to Manchester. And I thought that it would be great to introduce her to everyone. She was of Harry's age. That means 16 at that time and I was 13.

I saw him with her, sitting too close for my liking. I ignored the pang and the heaviness in my chest and somehow went to him asked if he wants to play. He directly said No and went back to talking to Rose. I was hurt because he was the one who called me.

And the worst part of all of this shit, was that he knew. He knew that I liked him. And he still hurt me. Badly.

And today, I saw him. I had went with my best friend to a house party at her friend's house, I saw him sitting on the couch sipping his Whiskey with a girl on his lap. That girl was all over him, her hands around his neck and his hands around her waist. It still hurt, you know.

You think, it shouldn't be hard to forget after four years, but no, it is. Very hard. It doesn't happen especially when you fall in love for the first time and your world used revolve around that person.

My eyes welled up again. I saw our memories like a flash. I went through it all over again.
I don't remember what we fought. My brain may have repressed it. But all I know that he hurt me badly. So badly that I had questioned my existence.
I stood there frozen.

My best friend was convincing me that she didn't know he was there. It didn't matter though.
I couldn't hear anything. Everything around me was blurring. The only thing I could see was him.
My heart dropped to my feet. I felt the heat crawl up to my neck and behind my ears. I got butterflies in my stomach. My heart raced rapidly.

And he looked. He looked at me. His eyes met mine. The green orbs staring right into my black ones. I could see his eyes widen and his lips parted, and I saw he sucked in a heavy breath through his nose when he saw me.

I didn't know how to react. But I knew this much, that if I spoke to him or be anywhere near him, it will all come back. I will get my hopes up. I don't want that. He does not deserve me.

He hurt me. But oh, how I missed him. His face. He looked really different.
He was wearing a cream color shirt with the middle two buttons done, his skinny black jeans and those infamous chelsea boots.

The last I saw him, his hair were very long, they were a little below his shoulders. It suited him though. But now, he chopped them off. He still looks good.
I saw him trying to speak something. But he couldn't. He got up from the couch, pushing the girl away from his lap.

The minute he stood up, I snapped back to reality. I realized how much I've gone through. I did not mean to go there again.

I looked at my best friend. Her eyes were wide and panic all over her face.
I said I have to go, and turned around, not sparing a glance behind at both of them.
I rushed to my car and drove to my apartment.

The tear gate opened, and in no time my cheeks were soaked.
I reached my apartment, closed the door, threw the keys on the couch and sprinted to my bed.

As soon as my head touched the pillow, my sobs broke out. I buried my head in the pillow and drowned myself in my own tears.

No matter how much I try to forget him, he won't let that happen. He has got a tight hold of me. And the saddest part is, I'll always want him and I could never get over my feelings for him....

A. x