All That I Want // Harry Styles Imagine

Ending

Y/n's PV

"You just pity me, Harry. Stop, I don't need it!" I push at his chest when he tries to wrap himself around me.
Harry grips my right arm when I try to storm off, but I jerk it away, turning back to watch a crease on his forehead grow, as his lips curls down into a frown.

My crying didn't stop, even when I reach home, which worried my Mom. Although, I'd given her a white lie, saying that I was feeling hormonal since it was my time of the month. Just as I'm crawling into bed, in sweatpants and a loose, long sleeved shirt with a reindeer on the front of it, my phone vibrates on my dresser.

Before I can greet Dan, he'd already commanding me with to open the front door for him. "Hi, Dan." I shiver, opening the front door. He doesn't speak a word, he only rushes me up the stairs, before clutching me in one of the tightest hugs we have ever shared.

"H-He realized." I stifle a sob, fresh tears pouring down my face.
Dan rubs my back, "You should've seen him.. The look on his face. He pitied me, Dan!" I whisper shout into his ear, while he lead me to my bed.

"Harry called me, Y/n." Dan tucks me underneath my covers, pushing back the hair in my face.
"He wanted me to make sure you got home safely, and he wanted to me to tell you that he'd be over later tonight." I shut my eyes, lavishing the feel of the blankets on me, and the soft bed I laid on.

"I-I can't Dan. I can't see him. H-He'll only continue to tell me that I was the girl for him." I cry.
"Give him a chance.. Boys are idiots." Dan rubs my temple with the pad of his thumb, "But Dan-" Dan hushed me.
"If you don't give him a chance, then who knows what could be?" Dan makes a clear point, while I chew on my lip, thinking of what could be of Harry and I, if we do become a couple.

I'm breathless. "I wish you were my brother.." I say to Dan, the circles his thumb compressed and rubbed against my temples soothes the stress and pain that has accumulated from the past hour or so.
"He just texted me telling me to go next door. You'll be alright." Dan kisses the top of my head, wiping away the last fallen tear.

Harry will have his chance. The chance he never offered me even despite the many numerous times I've asked him to.

**

"So.. I can hold your hand?" Harry stares at my hand, before glancing back up at me. "Yeah." I answer, and Harry's hand intertwines with mine in an instant.
Harry leans in, grinning so hard that I was a bit concerned they were sore.
"And.. Kiss you?" Before I can answer, the lips I have longer for crash down on mine, his tongue parting my lips.

Harry's lips are softer than I already imagined it to be, and his breath smells of peppermint, blowing warmly against my own lips. Our lips and tongues mold with one another, the heat in the room growing hot.

"Wow." Harry pulls away to take a breath, before continuing, sucking and biting my swollen lips.
Harry pecks my lips, "I. Am. So. In. Love."
So was I.
I always have been.

Author's Note(:
That's the end!
There is an alternate ending for the reader's wanting a more realistic, sad one.