Harry Styles Imagines

#76 Things Deserved, Hoped for

THINGS DESERVED, HOPED FOR

Another hard knock sounds. Please go away, please go away, her mind repeats. A second later, the doorknob begins to jiggle as a result of the keys being used. Her heartbeat looses itself. Harry's the closest thing to a brother she'll ever have; the last thing she should be is afraid. But she is. There's only so much of another's problems one can take before they completely give up on them. If Harry gives up on her, she'd be left with the definition of nothing.

Before her watery eyes, the door swings open and he takes a few steps inside. His set of keys is in one hand, and in the other is a folded piece of paper. The look on his face isn't sad, nor does it hold pity. To put it simply, he looks like Harry. The one she cares for deeply and has pointless midnight video chats with. Chats, which sometimes happen to leave them both in tears of mirth. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want him to seem sorry for her a little bit.

Her eyes follow his brown boots as they clunk their way across the wooden floor and over to the couch. "Yeh deserve t'be happy, yeh know?" is all he says. Her body sinks down when he lets himself fall into the cushion beside her.

Spraying too much cologne on is something she'd playfully scold him for. But it's times like these when she's grateful he does little things like that. It's something for her to hold onto. In the midst of being surrounded by an ocean of negative thoughts, the endearing, yet annoying things he does serve as a life preservers.

His fingers go to work on unfolding the white piece of paper. The crinkling sound it makes fills the quite room. "Hey, take a look at this, yeah?" He offers it to her with a hopeful smile.

When her hand hesitantly grasps it, he gives an encouraging nod.

Things Deserved, Hoped for
by H

We've been friends for 3 years now. If you think I don't know you as well as I know The Notebook screenplay, then you're terribly wrong Miss Y/N. Over the course of those 1,095+ days, you've showed me that girls are one of the most interesting creatures on this planet.

Being your friend (hopefully best) has been a rollercoaster ride of it's own. You damn near chewed my head off the first time I complimented you.

Anyways, I haven't got much time to write this, but what I'm trying to get on about is that you deserve such great things. You're so spunky and opinionated. And I hate to admit it, but your heart is made of gold. You may wear some of the boldest things I've ever seen, and have put me in my place one too many times. But you've brought something great into my life. I don't know exactly what it is, but it's a synonym for happiness.

Just try not to think about him. You shouldn't need a man in your life to feel a sense of validation. You're amazing and really pretty. Even if you are a solo act. Again, I hate admitting it, but I'm afraid it's true.

And don't forget, there's always me. You're kind of stuck, love. Hope this makes you smile. :P

Her hands are shaking subtly enough not to be noticed by the time her eyes have scanned over the last few words. It felt as if every string on her heart had just been played by ink on paper. She wasn't sure if she should cry or not. Harry has always had a way with words, but never in a way that's touched her like this. This is exactly what she needed to hear. For someone who's spent her entire life giving advice, maybe it's time to take some. Even if it does hurt.

His knee starts bobbing and his fingers interlock in his lap. "Come on. Yeh can't do this t'me. What'd yeh think? Say somethin'," he says. When you gently place your hand on top of his leg, it immediately stops.

"I think you have bad handwriting," she says.

"Oh, put a sock in it." He scoffs and takes the sheet from her hands. "I'm deciding t'be nice fo' once an' this is what I get, huh? How lovely." Part of him knew she was only joking, but the other genuinely wanted to know her thoughts on it.

Writing has never been one of Harry's favorite things to do; he only writes when he knew his mouth would fail him. It was a second outlet for his feelings. Since day one, talking to her either was easy or hard. That was a part of the invisible contract he agreed to nearly three years ago. If she had a dollar for every time he's written her something, she'd be a rich woman. All the notes and letter he's ever written to her are neatly folded in the bottom drawer of her nightstand.

"It was sweet," she says.

"Sweet. Okay."

"What? What else an I supposed to say Thank you," she says.

His eyebrows furrow. "It didn't make you smile, though." He makes a gesture towards her face. That alone almost makes her smile. There's just something about his persona that makes it nearly impossible to be sad.

She takes the paper back from him. Her eyes scan the messy writing for the line. "You're amazing. Even if you are a solo act," she says. "That's my favorite part, but it's not true. We're a team, remember?"

When she looks up at him the smile he had been waiting for, for the past five minutes finally appears on her face. A heavy weight is removed from his shoulders. His own smile resembles a childs'. His dimples are ever so prominent.

"Yeah, we are a team," he says.

"Only the best."

Neither of them have forgotten why he came in the first place, but that was a discussion for later on. Right now, she needed her mind off the boy who "broke her heart" and walked out of her life. All new things eventually become old, so in a year from now none of this will matter. One day they'll look back at this moment and she'll realize it was never worth sulking over in first place.

When it comes to love, sometimes you need someone you deserve, rather than a perfect person who's everything you ever hoped for.

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A/N

Guy best friends. <3

Don't forget, you're all f:)cking beautiful. None of you should need another boy or girl's approval to feel valid. Remember, beautiful things don't ask and crave for attention, they simply get it. Just be you and the horse will come to the water on its own.

-Nic 💓