Harry Styles Imagines

Behind the Mask (Part 2: Final)

Harry's POV

...20 minutes earlier

I groaned in annoyance as my cell continued to blow up messages. I finally turned it off but part of me was scared, would she call? I rubbed my hands over my face and my eyes, I was tired of this. I looked over and saw a girl looking at me but she quickly turned away. She looked familiar but it could be just me. I'm seeing y/n everywhere I go. I'm going nuts without her. My heart is aching for her. I let out a frustrated breath and just left the shop. I just walked till a body bumped into me.

"Oof!" I grunt and look and see a beautiful girl.

"Like, oh, my god, I'm so sorry, Harry." She said in a squeaky voice and pouts her heavily done lips.

"Do I know you?" I swear I know that voice.

"Silly!" She hits my arm in a playful manner. "It's me. Y/n." She smiles.

I looked at her like she was insane. This was defiantly not my y/n. My y/n didn't talk like a chipmunk. "No, you're not." I said. I tried to walk away but she pulled me back.

"Yes, I am. I can prove it. Ask me anything." She said determinedly.

"Ok, when we talked about music, what's your top five?" I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.

She was hesitant, "Uh, Moments, I Wish, Steal My Girl...uh...Tell me a Lie, and...Story of my Life!" She snaps her fingers in triumph.

Shit! She got that right but she was hesitant, that tells me she has done her homework. She might know y/n!

"You know her, don't you?" I eyed her carefully. She started to sweat and twitch a little. "Where is she?" I demanded.

I catch her looking over my shoulder and before I could even ask more, she pulls me in for a nasty ass kiss. It was god-awful. I pushed her away and wiped my lips. "Ugh! Yuck! Didn't your mother ever taught you to brush your teeth?!" I shouted. But she was just smirking like she did something victorious. What a crazy girl.

Y/N's POV

A sob escaped my lips at the sight; I took off running in the opposite direction. Tears pouring down my face. Of course he would go to my sister; she's so much prettier than me. They always ruin everything! I hate them. I hate my mother and I hate my sisters, I hate this life I have.

"So....why not just change it? You have a job...you got enough money to move out, right? What's keeping you there?" (y/bf/n) said.

Later I went to (y/bf/n)'s house to mope. She had such a great point. Only reason why I was there cause mother dearest always made me so guilty about my father's death. She blamed me because it was during a school play when I was a kid. I was the star, Cinderella, and dad was at work but he promised me he would make it. It was on the night of a horrible storm and dad lost control of the car and crashed. Mom and my sisters blamed me and reminded me every day why I shouldn't exist anymore.

I sat up from her bed and looked at her, "You're right. No more guilt trips. I'm tired of them. It's time for me." I said.

(y/bf/n) clapped, "That's the spirit. I was going tell you this by the way. My aunt got me an apartment for my birthday but I'm not allowed to move in till I have a job or someone who has a job who can help pay rent. I promise if you be my roommate, I'll get a job right away. Please?" She claps her hands together, begging and giving me the puppy eyes.

I laughed, "Are you kidding? Anything to get out of here." I said. That was the day my life finally took a change for the good. And that wasn't the end of it.