Harry Styles imagines + preferences

From the dining table

Harry woke up alone in the hotel room. His eyes stinging with tears as he stares at the empty space beside him. His hands reached to bedside table, pulling his phone out. He reread all those messages.

Babe, I'm in a pickle

What? Why?

My cat is stuck on a tree
and I can't seem to
get him down

And???

Get your ass over
here and help

He's really freaking
out. Please H

Alright, I'll be over
in a minute

He let out a sad chuckle, tears threatening to fall. He really did miss you. Way more than he thought he would. His eyes roam back to the screen of his phone. Endless pictures of you and him still saved. There's the birthday picture. When his face got covered in cake. Then there's the concert picture. You stood front row smiling widely when he decided to whip out his phone and take a picture.

'Harry?' He hears a gentle voice call him.

He looks up from his phone to see a girl who looks like you standing there. Her hands crossed over her chest as her eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. She's wearing one of his shirts. The way you used to after nights in his bed. She sits in between his thighs, caressing his lips with hers. He doesn't kiss back but pushes her away.

'I can't do this' he admits.

Tears begin to fall, each salty droplet falling to the palm of his hands. His eyes looks desperately up at her.

'I'm sorry' he apologises.

She scoffs at him throwing his shirt in his face. Her angry footsteps becomes louder with each step. She points her finger at him, eyes glaring at his like daggers.

'I hate you' she shouts.

He cries harder. Those were the last words that came out of your mouth. She softens slightly, placing her fingers under his chin. Her lips press lightly to the edge of his lips.

'I'm sure she misses you too' she whispers.

He holds her hands in his. Eyes gazing over hers. How someone could be so considerate for a cruel man like him, he doesn't know. She lets go, slowly making her way out of the hotel room. Tears stinging her eyes. She could never compare to you. Couldn't have his heart and it broke her. Harry collapsed on the bed, letting out a frustrated sigh. He knew you'd never come back to him but he's just so stuck on you. Always will be.