Harry Styles Imagines

#42 Together

TOGETHER

Part two of More Than Friends

It's been a week since Harry asked me to be his girlfriend, and honestly, I'm still trying to acquaint myself to that title. What used to be hugs turned into kisses and instead of being called "little nugget" it's "baby". I don't regret out decision to get together, but I do miss the relationship we had before. Somewhere deep down I know he does too.

The last boyfriend I had was a kid named Joseph Michelson in the fifth grade. He had the classic, Bieber hair and vibrant blue eyes. The furthest we ever took things was holding hands at recess and him letting me wear his jacket. If it weren't for the Internet, movies and friends, I'd be hopeless. Relationships were far from my forte before those things became more prominent in my life.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asks softly, taking a seat in the chair beside me. "You're just staring off." His tone is joking, but his green eyes are serious. Sometimes it's hard to tell with him. Sometimes he doesn't want you to be able to.

"Us," I answer, he hums. A gust of wind blows, making me hug myself tighter. The balcony is where I come when I need time to myself. In reality, the view isn't anything spectacular, just some buildings and a semi-dirty pool. But in my eyes it is. You just have to look longer. "The new us, better yet." I toy with the string on my sleeve.

He let's out a sigh and nods knowingly. "Here." He outstretches one hand and I give up my arm. He then uses the other to pull the string off. "Wanna talk? We can talk if you want, little nugget," he suggests. He said it. I can't help but smile. "I knew that'd get a pretty smile out of you," he says.

I chuckle. "Cheater." I nudge him with my elbow. He grins before nudging me back. Our little game continues a few moments longer before he finally lets me win. "Have you felt any different lately?" The question comes right out of my mouth.

His change of expression answers for him. "Yeah, but can you blame me? I'm my best friend's boyfriend now," he tells me. "Things will get better with time." He adverts his gaze away from me and nods. I bite my lip and look to the concert beneath us.

He's right. I'm pretty sure other people would feel the same if they were in our situation. "Yeah," I agree after a while.

"Y/N," he says.

I look at him, ready to what he has to say. "Yes?"

"Don't worry about it. Everything's going to be fine. I promise."

End of imagine. Thanks for reading!

Sorry for not updating. I've had loads of homework. D:

But I got a perfect score (600) on my writing SOL so yay!

~1nfinityDreamer~