Harry Styles Imgines

Roommate pt. 1

I yawned walking in my room and shutting the door behind me. I had the most tiring day at uni and I crabed nothing more than just to take a long, warm shower and a nap after. I needed energy before my studying session. I slowly stripped out of my clothes and threw them on the chair, confidently walking around and gathering things for my shower. Not that I was confident- I was just confident in my room, cause unlike almost everyone else in here, I had whole room for myself. My last roommate, found herself a boyfriendnand ended up moving out two months after starting studies and nobody moved here ever since, maily cause I made sure they found different room, before mine. I loked the way I lived and I intended to keep it that way, no matter the costs. I stepped into the shower and relaxed feeling the hot water running down my spine, when I heard loud knock on the door. I stopped the water and opened up the cabin. "Yes?" I yelled loudly. Another knock. "Oh for God sakes." I said stepping out of the shower and guickly drying myself and putting some sweatsuit along with a loud knocking. "Oh my God, I said I'm coming!" I yelled and second later swung the door open, extremely mad. "What?!" I hissed angrily feeling droplets still running down my chest where I missed them and on the floor from my hair. In front of me there was a very tall guys with emerald green eyes and messy- VERY messy hair looking at me wide eyed. Handsome as hell and I just yelled at him, looking as bad as I ever could straight out of shower. But that wasn't the worst- he held a suitcase in hand. "Um.. Hi, I'm very sorry I got you out of the shower, I though you were listening to music very loudly.." I just nodded still caught off guard. "I'm Harry Styles." He said reaching out to shake my hand as he continued his sentence making me hate him right where I stood. "..and I'm your new roommate." I didn't move looking idioticly at his hand till he slowly started to lower it what unclicked me. "I'm sorry, you're my who?.." I asked grabbing his hand and shaking it shortly. Big, manly hand. He smiled tryig to walk past me, but I didn't move an inch. "Your new roommate." I blinek few times trying to find an excuse not to let him. "But.. But you're a GUY." I made sure to put a strong accent on his gender making him chuckle while he literally pushed past me and made his way towards my second bed- oh pardon, his new bed. Yeah, well, over my dead body. "Yes, I am, but there is like no more spare rooms or even beds apart from you, so I just got warned that anything you tell them about my wrong or agressive behaviour will automatically end up at police station. So relax, besides I'm kind. Well, I hope I am." He smiled at me unzipping his suitcase, while my mind processed what he said. That was it, go to them, tell them, he's agressive, he's making insinuations.. I mentally slapped myself for being so idiotic. Making him leave my room was one thing, but accusing him of this type of behaviour was not even wrong- it was evil and I hated myself for even this thought crossing my mind. I could clearly see he was a guy with his heart on his sleeve, kind and really cute. The only thing that was wrong was that he lived in MY room. He looked up seeing me still standing where I stood still spechless and he slowly took in the surrounding. My clothes on his shelves. My freaking UNDERWEARA on the floor. My everything at his side of the room. "Oh." He said lettig go of his suitcase and staring at me uncomfortably. "Yeah, oh." I said biting on my lip. "Will you hate me now?" I inhaled to give him the answer, but he was firdt to speak with a soft and quiet tone. "Will you tell them I tried to hurt you?.." I widened my eyes seeing how poorly he looked, what kind of a monster I had to be in his eyes now?.. "No, Harry, of course not! I just.." I swollowed the gulp in my throat. "I'm gonna hate you for a couple of hours, then it's gonna be just fine." I said smiling at him and taking my things out of his side of the room seeing him relaxing a bit. Well all in all, after he already MOVED IN there was nothing much I could do about it, cause the only option was inacceptable. Finito.

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"Well, now I think it was everything." I said taking my books from underneath his bed and throwing them on my own with a smile while Harry was sitting with his legs crossed on his bed with his suitcase already unpacked and about to be stuffed in my exact same place I just cleaned up. "If you find anything that's not yours, just throw it on my bed, aye?" Harry nodded giving me small smile, as he was doing all the time I was removing my things from his side of the room. I turned my back towards him and rolled my eyes. He was too polite, he was hiding something, probably the anger on me. "Do you want to tell my something?" I asked throwing my body on my bed and lifting myself on my elbow to look at him. "No, not really." He said putting the suitcase under the bed and opening what I assumed was his journal starting to write down in it while I watched him. One. Two. Three. I chuckled when he looked up visibly confused. "What?" I shrugged. "Nothing, I just find it odd that you are so calm and not yell at me for keeping my stuff at your part." He closed his eyes before putting his journal aside and opening his eyes that now were firm. So different. "Of course I am mad. But you've been living here alone for a while, so it's kind of acceptable. And, I don't want to have a beef with you, so I keep my mouth shut. Does that satisfy you?" He asked sarcasticly making my jaw drop, so I just nodded and sat up going to my table opening a book starting to study. Minute later a felt gentle tap on my shoulder. "Y/N?" I faked a smile and turned around seeing very miserably looking Harry standing in front of me. "I'm sorry." I bit my lip, trying to look at the situation from outer perspective. I provocked him. "Harry, don't apologize, you said what you were thinking and-" He cut me off. "No, I'm not apologizing for WHAT I said, but for HOW I said it. I could have been less harsh." I nodded. "OK." I smiled as he send my reak smile this time. "We're good?" He asked as he sat up to his table getting out the laptop and headphones. I nodded giving him thumbs up and returning to my study session. But not before texting Jason. "Dude. I've. Got. A. Roommate."