All That I Want // Harry Styles Imagine

Three.

"Uno!" I shout in sync with Gemma, throwing Anne and Rob into a fit of laughter as they placed their cards down in front of them.

I wrap my hands around the hot chocolate cup I made a few years ago with Harry, warming my chilled fingers.

"Another round?" I suggest another go at the game of Uno, but the Styles' family declares against it.
"We all know who's going to win.." Gemma rolls her eyes, teasing me.
I giggle, and the whole house grows silent when the doorknob jingles, and Harry enters.

"Harry! Come sit with us! I was about suggest watching an old Christmas movie-" Harry interrupts Anne, "I can't Mom." He mutters lowly, shaking flakes of snow out of his curls.

"Why not?" Gemma asks curiously, and my breath is caught when I see him pull inside a girl. Tianni. "I've got to help Tianni with Math." He smirks, looking down at her with pride.

Okay.

I decide to offer some assistance, "Do you want me to help?" I smile looking at the two of them.

Harry ignores me, guiding Tianni out of the living room.

"I'm up for the movie." I ease the evidently tense atmosphere, and Rob and Anne get up to make some popcorn and drinks for us. Gemma shouts a suggestion of them making Rootbeer floats, explaining how she'd bought vanilla ice cream for it.

When it is just the two of us, Gemma turns to me. "He's changed so much." She whispers, cuddling underneath a blanket with me.

"Today was the first day he's even talked to me, after I told him Gem. He didn't even talk to me, I talked." I frown, and I shrug my shoulder.

I mean, I must be bad. So bad, Harry would ignore me for a year and a half.

**

Half way through our favorite Christmas Holiday movie, Home Alone, Tianni is rushing out; not saying goodbye or acknowledging us, fixing her messed curls as well as her halfway pulled down shirt she came in with.

I sigh, sitting on the couch alone as the credits roll through the T.V, jingle bells playing softly in the background.

"Y/n!" Anne calls me from the kitchen.
"Are you staying the night, dear?" The faucet is running and I contemplate whether I should just fall asleep right here, or make the next door journey back home.

I don't want to have to walk. Sue me.

I call back, "Is it alright if I do stay Anne?" I hear footsteps scurry across the hardwood floor.

"When have you ever had to ask that?" She places a hand on her hip, and we giggle with one another. "Hey, I'm going to bed. Goodnight Mom." Harry comes up beside her, embracing her in a hug. I remember what his hugs felt like. They felt comforting, and strong. And his cologne, oh my. It's slightly musky which makes it somewhat heavenly. "Love.." Harry hums peppering kisses along Anne's cheek. When Harry turns around, his eyes widen a bit in shock when he spots me.

He clears his throat, "Y/n?" I smile, throwing my hair into a bun.

"Haz." He looks a bit taken back because of the old nickname I just spurted out.

"Um. Yeah. I'm going to go to bed." Harry scratches the back of his neck, walking off.

Okay.

"Actually." Harry turns back around.
"Did you finish my homework?" He smiles, and I can tell it's fake. I cough, "Um, yeah." I get up to unzip my backpack, handing him his Calculus, History, and Chemistry papers.

"Thanks." He looks down at my clothes.
"Do you want some more comfortable clothes to sleep in?" Harry uneasily asks, his face contorted. "I- sure." I nod, following him to his all too familiar room.

"I kept your clothes in this drawer. You left so much behind." I watch a small smile grow on his lips, before he wipes it off, as he hands me a pair of leggings and a thick sweatshirt he bought me.

Materialistically speaking, I left about three pair of jeans and five tips in his drawer; not that much.
Figuratively speaking, I left everything here, my soul and everything that came with it.

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