Harry Styles Imagines

#6 He's Jealous

Harry and I are walking down Brookdale Ave. when suddenly, someone grabs my shoulders and turns me around to face them. Standing there is none other than my good my childhood friend, Matt.

"Oh my God, Mattie!" I squeal, quickly throwing my arms around his neck. "It's been a forever. How've you been?" I ask, genuinely curious.

He pulls away and smiles. "I've been great actually. I got accepted into ______ a few months ago." He informs me. I couldn't be happier for him; that was the college of his dreams.

You-know-who interlocks his fingers with mine, causing my eyes to flick downwards at our now joined hands. "Oh, and this is my boyfriend as you can see." I give Matt a look and he smirks knowingly.

Harry always gets possesive when other guys are around. Sometimes he even goes as far as kissing me to prove that nobody else can have me.

"Listen, dude, chill. I don't date girls who's parents know me well enough to call me their own son." Matt looks directly into Harry's eyes while saying that. That's how you know he's not joking around.

Harry gives my friend a curt nod.

I decide to lighten the mood some. "Well, if you boys are done, I'd love to go get something to eat. There's a Chinese place not too far from here." Food is always the solution.

Matt's face softens. "I'm totally down for that." He tells me.

"Me too, I guess." Harry gives my hand a small squeeze.

Look at them, agreeing on something already.

End.

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