Harry Imagines

Meeting Styles

Imagine your hands are shaking as you proceed though the line. Your heart rate accelerates as the faded outline becomes a defined frame. You can now make out the chestnut curls, the glimering green eyes: Harry Styles.

Your mind can't process words, or tell your body to move, your frozen in place. Through the crowd you can see the flashes of light from every picture, hear the sound of a pen scribbing his signature onto the posters, phones, and tshirts.

"Next!" The security guard shouts towards you before ushering the people behind you to take a step back.

A lump forms in your throat as you take the necessary strides to reach him, making each one as graceful as possible.

Your heart plummets as you meet his gaze. He looks miserable. There was no smile of excitement, cheeky hello, or pair of charming dimples you pictured in the crevice of his cheeks. His face was emotionless, exhausted, and it was more than evident he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"What do you want?" He quickly speaks.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

"A signed poster" he asks impatiently, reaching for one lying on the table behind him anyways despite you not giving him an answer.

"Keep the line moving" the security guard shouts.

You can't believe it. He's nothing like how you saw him in all the pictures or your fairy tale dreams. You bite your bottom lip "No I don't want either." You mumble nervously.

Harry quickly turns back around to face you. "A kiss on the cheek?" He questions in an annoyed tone.

You shake your head no and he obnoxiously crumbles up the poster, "What are you doing here then?" He growled under his breath. His tone was so cold. Your stomach was in knots, the realization heartbreaking: To him you were merely a nuisance.

The tears brimming in your eyes escaped as you spoke, barely inaudible, "I just wanted a hug."

Your cheeks were bright red, sprinkled with the uncontrollable tears. The security guard gestures for you to move along, and by this point all you want to do is get out of here. Forget about how this moment you've been dreaming of and looking forward to for the last seven months...

You barely make it two steps before a strong hand grasps your forearm, pulling you back.

His green eyes lock with yours. Speaking slowly, "I would be happy to give you a hug. That is if your willing to accept my apology." Completely caught off guard you give a small smile and shy nod. His arms wrap around your waist, curls brush against your cheek, breath whispers in your ear, "I'm sorry I thought you were like the rest."

"What do you mean..." You ask, linking your arms behind his neck to pull his body closer to yours.

Harry's emerald eyes flickered to the cameras surrounding you two, lowering his voice to a whisper when he spoke, "They want valediction. A photo, a signature, something to look back on and say...I met Harry." He let out a sigh before continuing, "But none of those things matter you see..."

"They don't matter to me." You admit. "I don't need proof of a memory. Not if I get to live though it instead."

"Could I get your name?" Harry inquired as he reluctantly pried himself from your grasp.

"(Y/n)" you state with a confident smile.

"Thank you. For making me feel like Harry, not just 'Harry Styles'."

Thank you for a hug I will never forget."

"I won't forget it either." You mumble.

Pictures may be worth a thousand words.

Words may express inconceivable ideas.

But feelings,

Actually experiencing a moment in time as reality...

That's priceless.