Harry Styles Imagines/Preferences

#39: Happy Ending pt. 9

(A/N: lol hi.

I know it's been a while... Yikes. But I've decided to be a lil nice and tell y'all some delicious news.

I'll be posting every FRIDAY for Happy Ending. Idk when the stupid imagine is going to come to an end but it will totally come to an end before imagine 15. So yeah, just be on wattpad at like 6:00 or something so that you can have first dibs on reading or whatever.

Please give me feedback! I love the ideas you give me! (Honestly some of y'all have written more than half of this imagine cause like, I combined it everyone else's ideas lol)

But it will truly help:) stay kind and be safe.

Don't make dumb decisions, kids,

Your pal,
-Ale)

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I felt as if this was all a dream. I couldn't believe it was one of Amanda's sister.

"I can't believe it!" Victoria smiles and opens her arms for a hug, which I wasn't in the mood for.

"Neither can I..." You say, not hugging her back.

"We all missed you! Like, you were there at Amanda's wedding and the next, you like, flew to a whole different country." She says as she plays with her hair.

It's weird to think that Victoria is all gushy seeing me again. I didn't know how to react seeing her after Amanda's wedding. I haven't seen this girl in a year and 2 months. Which means, 2 months ago was Amanda's anniversary with,

Harry.

Harry.

The name I cried for hours every time his face came in my mind.

His beautiful smile that every girl would die for.

Whenever he puts on tight jeans, might made people think he was gay, but even better because girls wouldn't bother flirting with him.

All of those crazy tattoos he had on his beautiful skin.

And his beautiful curls. The way he styled his hair up was so sexy.

"How have you been?" I ask Victoria.

Victoria shrugs her shoulder.

"Eh." She scrunched her nose.

"Life has been pretty-" Anna walks in and interrupts Victoria.

"Come on! Marcus is waiting for us." She pulls at my hand.

"Uh, it was nice seeing you? In the U.S..." I say.

That was really awkward.

Marcus is waiting by the door, picking his nails, a bad habit he has. Anna and I have tried to stop him from doing that, considering it gross cuz, ew.

Marcus looks at us and stops picking his nails.

"How long does it take you to piss?" He asks annoyingly.

"How long does it take us to tell you to stop picking your nails?" I ask.

Marcus raises his eyebrows and hides his hands behind his back.