Harry Styles Imagines [COMPLETED]

Focus only on Me

Y/N's POV

Today is the day that Harry and I are going to perform at my school talent show for charity. I'm so nervous that I'm gonna look like a fool next to him. Nobody knows about us yet, so this will be interesting.

Harry starts pacing and I can tell he's nervous. I chuckle.

"Why are you nervous? You're the star here," I said laughing. He didn't make eye contact. "Harry?"

"I'm worried about what they'll think of us," he whispered. I smiled.

"Who cares what they think?"

"I do. I don't want my baby girl getting hate," he said shakily. I sighed.

"It'll be okay."

"What if they don't like the performance?" He asks.

"Harry, look at me," I said. He stayed focused on the ground. "Hey..H."

Nothing.

I grabbed his cheeks in my hands and forced him to look at me. I stroked his cheeks with my thumbs and kissed his forehead.

"Focus on me. Only me. Alright? Everything will be fine. Just don't pay attention to the outside world. Let's just worry about each other."

"Ladies and gentleman, presenting Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"

"Oh crap," Harry muttered.

"Shhhh it'll be okay. C'mon," I said, taking his hand and leading him to the stage.

The piano intro to 'If I Could Fly' comes on and Harry starts singing.

If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you
I think I might give up everything
Just ask me to

We go through most of the song and suddenly Harry grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. He has tears streaming down his face. I smile. I lean closer to his face, our lips centimeters apart. We start to trade off parts like we practiced.

For your eyes only
I show you my heart
And when you're lonely
Or forget who you are
I'm missing half of me
When we're apart
Now you know me
For your eyes only

Our hands are intertwined by our legs, and in that moment, nothin else matters. Just me and him. As soon as we hit the last note of the song, he grabs my face and crashes his lips onto mine.

"That was amazing Y/N. You're so amazing."

"You weren't bad yourself," I giggled. He smiled and pressed his lips to mine again.

We pulled apart and looked around at everyone clapping and crying. I laugh and mouth 'thank you' as Harry and I walk off the stage.

He stops for a second. I tilt my head in confusion.

"Gosh, Y/N. You're so freaking beautiful," he says as he kisses me for the third time.

He's amazing. I'm so lucky to have him in my life. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

A/N-IT WAS REALLY CHEESY IM SORRY BUT I HAD THIS SCENARIO IN MY HEAD DURING LANGUAGE ARTS AND I COULDNT RESIST