Harry Styles Imagines 2

136. Miss you -2

First of all I just wanna say that I am proud of our boys. Everything they've done for us is beyond perfect. I don't know how I'm going to survive till 2017 but for them I have too.Secondly 'miss you' is gonna be a series yay. Hah anyways sorry I wasn't able to update bc of school. But now I'm here so enjoy.

-Riya

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{Harry's pov = •• normal}
{Y/N's pov = ** Italics }

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Wiping my tears, holding myself together I stood up and decided to fix myself. Even though I knew I couldn't.  I stood in front of my mirror looking how vulnerable and messy I've become. Bags under my eyes, all big and messy hairs, swollen lips, and a broken heart.

Staring at myself I missed it. Missed the touch of her tiny hands around my chest as she rests her head on my shoulder. The touch of her lips on my bare skin. The tough of her hairs on my neck.

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I groaned as the annoying sound of my alarm woke me up. It was only 6:00 in the morning and God knows why I set the alarm this early.

Stretching my arms hearing the crack of my bones I got out of my bed. My t-shirt was so loose that one of its sleeve was hanging down my shoulder. My panties were tucked just above my hips. My hairs in a messy bun well the bun was till night now they were tangly messy hairs.

I decided to give myself a mannered and a proper look though it was 6 in the morning. I went and stood in front of me. But I didn't knew that staring at myself would make me cry.

The t-shirt wasn't mine. It was Harry's.  The boy who broke my heart into tiny pieces. Who shattered it and Walked on it. Who took my everything. But beyond the fact of me hating him was that I still love him.

His scent. His lips. His hairs. His curls. His long legs. Long fingers. Lanky body. Just everything about him was amazing.

I still remember the day we first met. I was walking down the busy streets of London when someone steppe on my feet.

"Ouch" I yelled in pain.

"Oh m sorry love" that stranger said.

"Well you should've looked. Where where you looking huh? Sky or underground ?"I said a bit harshly.

"Well m sorry beautiful let me make it up to you" he said. And after that, that stranger got in my life and became my life. The one who made me fall from him. And the one who tore me apart.

Looking in the Mirror I was just thinking does he ever misses me ?

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I remember the first day we met. I stepped on her feet. Gosh her feet were so tiny.

She literally was about to rip my head when I offered her to have a cup of coffee with me. And that coffee turned out to be the best coffee.

Thinking of the past memory just made me cry. Cry in pain. In anger. In guilt. In the lost of my world.

I never knew how much she meant to me until I lost her. I never knew how bright her eyes were until I wasn't able to see them anymore. I never knew how sweet her lips tasted until the taste were was taken away from me.

I never knew what I had until it was gone. Looking in the mirror I just though does she ever missed me ?

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