All That I Want // Harry Styles Imagine

One.

-Flashback-

Leaves crunched beneath my boot, as I walked through the forest, which was loud in chittering and chirping from all the different varieties of animals wandering around.

A twig snapped nearby. "Y/n." His voice signaled out, and my head snaps to the right, finding his dark green eyes contrasting against the red and orange colors of the Fall leaves.

"Come on." He holds his gloved hand out, wriggling his fingers in an effort to hurry me. I huff, "It's really cold out, H." I gladly take my best friend's hand, following as he leads me through the trees. "We'll be back home before Mum is done with the cookies and Hot Chocolate, Y/n." Harry reads my concern about missing out on Anne's infamous cookies and Hot Chocolate.

I snicker, looking around as we come to slow. "Well? What do you need to show me?" There's nothing in sight, nothing but mounts of shriveled red leaves, mixed with yellow and orange.
Harry points up, behind me, and I turn around following his finger.

"No!" I gasp, clutching his hand tighter.
He shakes his head up and down frantically when I turn around.
"Yes!" His eyes are bright, filling with joy, and a contagious growing smile on his heart-shaped lips.

"Who's is it?" I stare at the big treehouse, placed between three grown trees, which have all lost their leaves.
Harry chuckles behind me, as we climb up the ladder attached to one of the massive trees the treehouse was inbetween.

"Ours, of course. Look." Harry nudges me to look at a sign, right above the entrance of the Treehouse.

Engraved in the wood above the big rectangle entrance, was the first letter of my name, next to Harry's, parted with an 'and' sign.

"Who made this?!" I enter it, greeted by the scent of Cranberry and Vanilla.
Harry intently watches me as I touch and admire all the little decorations, such as pictures of us when we were younger, a few empty picture frames in need of pictures to fill them, and a chalkboard that had 'Welcome to our place' scratched on it in green chalk.

There are also pillows and blankets sprawled out on the floor making the place seem cozy.

"Robin, but I helped him of course." I giggle when I spot the little flat screen T.V mounted lowly against a wall in front of the pillows and blankets, with some gaming console that I assume has Netflix on it.

"You didn't!" I run to the T.V before immediately turning it on, along with the gaming console.

"I had to." Harry walks towards me, sitting on the blanket, patting the spot beside him.

I grin, clapping my hands as I lay on my stomach, kicking off my warm boots. "You are the best!" I recall the time I told Harry I wanted to have a small little treehouse, somewhere only we knew, about three years ago.

"I know I am. I remembered." Harry smiles, throwing a blanket over the both of us. "How do you have wifi in here for Netflix?" I grow curious, watching Netflix load successfully on the screen.

"My dad somehow connected it, but I don't know how." Harry explains, scrolling through the different genres, Netflix offered. "What movie?" Harry scoots closer, laying beside me.
My playful eyes slowly find their way to meet his, and he throws his head back, exaggerating a loud groan.
"The Vow? Again?" He searches it up, before clicking play on it. "I swear I've watched this so many times with you, I could recite every line every character in this movie says!" He whines, and I swat his arm.

"You know you love this movie." I snuggle underneath the blanket more, which results in Harry throwing two more blankets over us.
"I don't want you to get sick." He shrugs after I give him the 'Are you serious?' look.
"Thank you.." I whisper half-way through the movie, and I could see Harry's growing smile from the corner of my eye.

"That's all I get? I'd expect more, you know, not that I'm your best friend or anything." He sighs dramatically. My arms wrap around his neck, tucking my head in his neck. His arms swarm around me, engulfing me with radiating warmth. "Mhmm" Harry hums, "Better." He kisses my nose, and I feel heat rising to my cheeks as I blush.

-End of Flashback-

The burning sensation against my leg is what pulls me from such a beautiful memory. A memory that includes him.

Cursing out loud, I stare at the Hot Chocolate that has spilled on to my leggings, seeping through the material to burn the skin hidden beneath them.

It's been over a year and a half now, since that memory. The happy memory.

A year and a half since I've lost my best friend, to the cold winds of Fall that blew him away in the dark of night.

I decided to post the imagines I posted on Instagram that I had written and saved on here. I hope you all enjoy. ❤️