All That I Want // Harry Styles Imagine

Seven.

Y/n's POV

"Well, thanks for the ride home Blake." He follows me up to my house, stopping when we reach my door.
Blake stuffs his hands in his pocket, his hot breath mixing with the cold.
"We should hang out again." He suggests, rocking back and forth on his heel.

"Yes, we should." I smile, hearing a car approach Harry's driveway. "I should get going." Blake points to his car, but he doesn't move.

Wrapping his arms around me, I lean into his hug, missing arms that felt strong and sheltering.
"Goodbye Blake." My arms wrap around his neck, inhaling his very light cologne.

We muzzle against each other a little bit longer than normal, before Blake pulls away, waving goodbye as we makes his way to his car.

"Blake?" Tianni walks from Harry's driveway to Blake's car, looking absolutely enraged. "What were you doing with him?" Harry's deep voice rumbles from behind me, and I shiver.
"We went out for coffee. We just talked for awhile." Harry crosses his arms, blocking the front door of my house.

"You guys didn't go out for coffee at our coffee place did you?" Harry's voice is calm, too calm. Like the calm before the raging storm. Only right now, I don't know where to find shelter to keep myself safe from it.

"We did." I mutter, and Harry tilts his head, a bemused expression spread on his face.
"Is Mom home?" Harry refers to my Mom, but he calls her his mom too.
"No." I'm confused as to why he would ask me this.

"Get in the fucking house." Harry demands, fire burning in his emerald green eyes.

Oh Hell.

"I think I'm going to go say 'Hi' to Anne and them." I chuckle uncomfortably, trying to push past Harry's towering body. Harry doesn't put up with me, throwing me over his shoulders, taking me into the house.

"Y/n. Look at me." Harry sits on the couch with me in his lap.

Woah. Woah. Woah.

"What." I scoff.

He raises a brow, "Don't give me that." He pulls out my bottom lip, to hinder me from pouting.
"How many times do I have to tell you this, Y/n?" Harry sighs, his right hand gripping my thigh, while his left hand rubs his face in annoyance.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I act as if I weren't conflagrant under his touch.

"First Grady, and now Tianni's best friend?" A 'v' is etched between his brows, and I shut my eyes inhaling deeply.

"Nothing is going on between us, Harry." I shake my head, pulling myself off his lap, but he stops me. "We just had coffee.."

"I don't want you to get hurt. And I don't want to have to go to fucking jail for murdering a guy that hurts you." My heart stops beating and my eyes begin to burn, tears ready to come in at any second.

You've already hurt me, Harry.

I struggle in his arms, "Please let me go." Harry releases his hold on me.

"Promise me there isn't anything going on between you and him." He looks forlorn; like a puppy who's just been kicked.

"Harry, Stop." I stand up across him.
"You don't get to make me feel bad about hanging out with a guy, when you're off with Tianni, leaving me behind." I huff, walking away from him.

"Did you ever wonder why I kept leaving you behind?" Harry follows me up the stairs, to get to my room.
"Maybe it was because you're always breathing down my neck! You're obsessed with me. You're freaking psychotic!" He kicks the marble table in front of the white leather couch, "So yeah. Of course I would leave you behind for Tianni!" He pauses, hardening his gaze.
"She's beautiful, and kind, and smart, and she sure as hell isn't crazy!" Harry screams, as tears streak down my face.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop being pyschotic. Or obsessed with you." A strangled sobs falls from my lips making Harry's eyes soften, and he sighs, realizing what he's said.

"Y/n.." He reaches out for my hand, but I snap it away from him as quick as I could.

"I understand why you didn't want to talk to me for a year and a half now, Harry. I'm sorry I was such a disturbance. From the bottom of my heart, I'm so deeply sorry!" I cry out, and Harry shakes his head following me into my room.

Harry follows me, "Y/n I-" I cuddle myself underneath my cozy blankets on my bed, not wanting to speak with Harry anymore.

He should have told me this before he stopped talking to me a year and a half ago. So I knew he had a reason.

I watch Harry kneel down beside the bed, facing me.
"I'm sorry." He whispers, wiping away my falling tears.

"Please go. If you don't want to talk to me ever again. I completely understand." I whisper.

I'm definitely strong enough to leave Harry, but at the same time, I know I'll be weak enough to need him.

"Please, Harry." Harry gets up, leaving my room in frustration.

Author's Note (:
oH sHiT 1!!1