All That I Want // Harry Styles Imagine

Fifteen

Y/n's POV

I walk off with the look on Harry's face etched into my brain. He was always oblivious.

"Y/n!" His gruff voice calls out for me, but I don't stop walking. I've done enough for him, and I couldn't possibly handle seeing or speaking to him for one more second.

The crunch of the snow beneath his boots echoes through the forest. "Y/n.." I didn't realize how close he's gotten, until he grabs a hold of my arm, pulling me into him.

"Damn.." Harry swipes his bottom lips with his tongue, wrapping his other arm around my waist.
"She isn't the right girl. I thought Tianni was, but she isn't." Our gaze somehow feels so intimate. I realize that I've fisted at his jacket, so I release it.

"No.. She is the right one, Harry." I take Harry's arms off me, pulling off him. My heart is going to burst with all the pain it's endured these past six years.

Harry was my first heartbreak. I never thought that it would hurt this bad.
He only steps forward, and I take one back in return.

"No." Harry stares at the snow covered ground, "You are Y/n. All this time, you were the one." His eyes snap up to mine, a flicker of hope in the same green eyes that I've fallen for harder than I should have.

"Give me a chance." Harry pleads while taking another step to me, but I don't take one back this time so that our faces are inches from one another.
A tear slides down my cheek, hearing words I've longed for since I fell for him.

"Give you a chance?" My voice is groggy, a result of my endless screaming and crying. Harry nods, assuring me that I had heard him right.
I shake my head, as more tears that brimmed my eyes spill, as a laugh erupts from my lips.

"You think it's right of me to give you a chance? Why should I? You never gave me one.." I think of all the times I have asked him to do something with me, anything at all, but each time I'd ask, he would reject me before I could even get a suggestion out.

"I'm your best friend, Y/n." He makes a failed attempt at using our friendship against me.
I bite my lip, to stop myself from sobbing, because surely, if I start again, I'm not sure I'll find the will to stop.

"I was your best friend too, Harry! Your own best friend fell in love with you, and you couldn't give her a damn chance!" I am full on, body shaking, tears spilling, sobbing once more; in front of this stupid, idiotic boy that I love.

"Please stop crying.." Harry cups my face, wiping the tears away with his thumb. I thought of just giving up on trying to fight him, and just lean into his palms which were warm despite the cold.

I realize Harry is crying, when I feel a tear drop on my face, which wasn't my own. "I know I'm a jerk, who's oblivious to anything or anyone around him." Harry presses his body against mine, "I just want one chance, Y/n. Just one." He cries, and I feel powerful. I've got the upper hand this time, a role I am not accustomed to, because it was always Harry's.

There is redness swelled around his eyes, while tears fall on to his cheeks.
Do I give him a chance? Or should I move on like I told him I would be doing?

Author's Note(:
do we give this boy a chance or nah?