Harry Styles Imagines

Little Freak 3.2

Harry's POV

Little Freak, jezebel. You sit high atop the kitchen counter. Stay green a little while, you bring blue lights to dreams.

I stormed into the studio to see my band already there talking in a circle. I quickly walk up to them trying to handle my anger.

"What's going on, guys?" I ask them. They all look at me like their terrified for their lives.

"We didn't know you were coming in today." Mitch says. I make a confused look at him.

"Well, I hadn't planned on it, but I made a last-minute decision. Why are you guys here today?" I ask them. They all look around at each other.

"Well- "

"Okay guys I think I finally figured out what-. Harry?" I hear a voice say, I look up to see Y/N looking at me with the saddest face known to man. "What are you doing here? It's supposed to be your day off." She tells me and I nod.

"Yeah, and you don't even sing so what are you doing here?" I ask her. She seems a little taken aback by my question.

"Y/N called me; she was upset. So, I told her to meet us at the studio and we could try and write something off her emotions." Mitch told me. I nod my head.

"And do what with it, exactly?" I ask. Everyone stayed silent. "Hello?" I say.

"We were going to give it to you. Tell you we put it together with another person, but they don't want credit." Mitch says softly to me. I look at him with wide eyes. He has told me this before.

"Like what we did with Two Ghosts?" I ask him. Then a realization hit me. "Did she write that one too?" I ask him. Nobody answers me and I look up at Y/N and she is staring at the ground. "Y/N?" I ask her. She looks up at me and nods. I shut my eyes and sigh annoyingly. "Well, I came here to sing about my feelings. But it can wait." I tell them passive aggressively.

Starry haze crystal ball. Somehow, you've become some paranoia.

Y/N walks back into the recording room and continues what she had been doing like I wasn't even there. I had never really heard her sing before, so this was going to be an experience for the both of us. I sit back in a chair and play on my phone while her and Mitch discuss back and forth. I feel annoyed. Not because she's here but because I must act like I don't really want to be around her, for her own sake. When she starts singing, it starts to feel like my phone isn't even there and I'm only focused on her voice and the beautiful words she is vocalizing.

A wet dream just dangling, but your gift is wasted on me.

It felt as if I was feeling her pain. She told the story so well. I could never take this song from her. I would never be able to project it to anyone the way she is to me. When she is finally finished, Mitch turns and looks at me.

"What do you think about it?" He asks me.

"I don't want it." I say bluntly. I couldn't have it. Those are her thoughts about us and her feelings. I would feel like I'm invalidating them if I took the song.

"Why? It's a beautiful song it would be perfect for- "

"I said I don't want it." I say to him. I get up from my chair and head outside. I was ready to go home.

"Harry, wait." I hear. I freeze in my spot, my hand on my car door handle. I turn around to see Y/N staring at me.

I was thinking about who you are, your delicate point of view. I was thinking about you.

I stare at her, trying to show no emotion in my face.

"You didn't like the song?" She asked me softly. I couldn't keep being an ass to her, she didn't deserve it.