All That I Want // Harry Styles Imagine

Six

Y/n's POV

My phone rings in my lap, his name flickering on the screen, so I don't hesitate to answer.
"Y/n, I lied. I never asked her out." Harry blabs over the phone, and I scoot forward to reach for the remote, pausing my T.V show. My heart sped, it really could be me.

"I'm sorry. I'm probably pestering you aren't I?" He chuckles, and I shake my head, before I realize he can't see me, so I manage to choke out a 'no.'
lAnd I can't figure out this Essay thing for English!" I can picture him pulling his hair, staring outside his window, which happened to face my own. I stand, walking across my room to the large, bay windows, which were most likely fogged, the cold air outside contradicting with the hot air inside my house.

I giggle, "I see you." I'm wiping the condensation from the window, watching Harry pace around his room, tugging at his hair, just as I suspected.

He halts, walking towards his window.
"Open your window, Y/n." Harry opens his, waving his hands in the air like a complete maniac. A maniac I'm in love with.

I'll admit, I've loved him way longer than before I told him. I've loved him for five years. How pathetic, you might say. I know.

I grip the very bottom of the window, pulling it up, the cold winds blowing against my exposed skin, goosebumps rising in a frenzy. "Cold!" I shriek, running to my bed, and wrapping myself in my white duvet, searching for warmth. I carrying it to the window in comfortable tucked around me.

"Warm now?" Harry chuckles, standing against the cold weather in nothing but a knitted grey jumper. I nod, "Very." I smile, and he does as well.

"Remember when we said we'd build a bridge from my room to yours?" I gush at the memory, and Harry just laughs.
This is the most he's laughed since we've started talking again.

"Are you suggesting we do something about that?" He pulls up a chair to the window, sitting down with his arms folded across his chest.

"Maybe.." I tuck my hand under my chin, staring at him in amazement. I think his phone rang, because he walks away from the window, before coming back and closing it with one hand, while he held something to his ear with his other hand.

Oh.

I sigh, closing mine as well, watching Harry leave his house, jogging to his car, wrapped up in a black jacket, and a thick blue scarf.

**

I walk into the coffee shop Harry and I used to go to every Wednesday after school, just to unwind and relax.
I go to our spot, the large hanging chair in the middle of the shop, magazines and book littering the tops of the cherry wood tables that were placed on both side of the hanging chair.

I inhale the sweet aroma of coffee, as I take a seat in the hanging chair, made for two, half vacant without Harry beside me.

The memories..

"Is this seat.. Taken?" A voice brings me out of my daydream. "No, it isn't." I stare at the empty spot beside me, before looking up to see who was asking.

Oh my.

The color of his hazel eyes, with bursting specks of gold around them putting me in a trance.

"Hi." He greets me, setting his coffee cup, which happened to be a reindeer covered in snow on it's nose, on the Side table of the hanging table.
I gulped, "Hey." I take the chance to bask in every astounding feature of his face.

"I'm Blake." He introduces himself.
"Y/n." I smile.
"You have a boyfriend?" He asks directly, not looking ashamed or embarrassed one bit.

I shake my head, "No.." Blake raises a brow.

"Are you sure?" He questions, looking at me suspiciously. "Why?" I bite my lip, wanting to go order myself a coffee.
"You were looking at this spot.. Like you were reminiscing, so I just assumed your boyfriend couldn't make it here today or something." Blake reaches over for his coffee. I laugh shyly.
Something like that.

For the rest of the time, we talked about random things. And we talk about Harry. "Five years, huh?" Blake smirks, before taking in his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I've been in love with this one girl for three." A gleam in his eyes tells it all.
"You have? What a coincidence." I him before the worker, Amanda, calls out my coffee order, and I reach over the counter, carefully picking up my cup.
Which had a cute lite snowman on it.

"Yeah." Blake sighs, his gaze falling to his fingers. "She's my best friend though." He frowns, and I choke on my coffee once more. People have got to stop surprising me when I'm drinking coffee.

"This is scary." I giggle, placing my cup between my lap. "Why?" Blake is laughing softly, staring at me in amazement.
"Harry's my best friend!" His eyes widen. "You're kidding!" He gasps, and I shake my head to say no.

"What's her name?" I ask him, nudging at his elbow playfully.

"Tianni." What a small world. Small, small world, if I may say so.

Author's Note(:
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