Harry Styles Imagines

#80 Meant to Be

Summary: Y/N and Harry spend the day together and somehow end up in his living room at two in the morning. But the thing is, they're just friends...

MEANT TO BE

When our laugher finally settles, I find myself lazily smiling at the boy beside me. Being here with him had distracted me enough to allow the entire night slip through my fingertips like grains of sand. As soon as my eyes made contact with the truthful face of the clock, guilt had surged through my body. Adulthood didn't prompt curfews, but every night I'm usually home by eleven; which was neither too early, or too late in my eyes.

Noticing my demeanor had shifted, Harry gave my arm a gentle nudge using his. My head quickly turns to give him an assuring smile—I'm not sure of how convincing it looked. "Hmm?" I hum.

His dimples appear on his lightly flushed cheeks when he smiles. "Nothin'. Just makin' sure you were okay," he says.

My fingers start to toy with the hem of my T-shirt so they don't do anything too noticeable. In all honesty, I was more than okay. This is the best I've felt in a long time, thanks to him. But being in the living room of his apartment isn't exactly where I pictured myself being at two in the morning. A more suitable place to be would be on my with a book in hand and a cool cup of apple juice on my nightstand. That's not what today's events lead up to.

After going to a seafood restaurant for lunch with him today, we drove about thirty minutes to browse the outlets. By the time we left, there were multiple with bags being carried by the two of us. The beginning-of-fall sales had practically begged us to take advantage of them. Being able to have each other to approve of certain outfits was a bonus. We've been friends for a good three months now, so we've gotten the "being honest with each other" part down.

"Everything's fine. S'just getting late. M-maybe I should head back to my place?" Driving at night wasn't my favorite thing, but I was willing to in order to leave this complex.

Where we stood in our relationship made sense, but didn't at the same time. Sometimes it feels as if we're more than friends. Based off the way he has to stop himself at times, the feelings are mutual.

A surprised scoff leaves his mouth. "What d'you mean? Y'can just spend the night here with me, yeah? My guests' room s'all tidied up and waiting fo' use" He quirks his thumb behind us to the hallway. "Sorry for borin' you to sleep."

My brain dumbly stumbles for the right words to respond with. "No, no you haven't been boring at all, Harry. I've had so much fun tonight. It's just that I think I should be heading out now," I say.

His eyes follow my movements as I stand to gather all of my belongings. One of those items happened to be my phone. It's lock screen was lit up with a bunch of text messages from my nerdy neighbor, MK, who's older than me.

We didn't meet until one day at the library upon realizing we wanted to check out the only copy available of How To Kill a Mockingbird. After an argument over who wanted it more, he eventually grumbled that I could get it. Following that one, our conversations were forced and awkward. But over the course of a year, I've grown to like our friendship. He'd always make check up on me, like tonight. He must've noticed I wasn't home.

Just when I expect Harry to surface me from my ocean of thoughts, he does. "So you don't wanna stay here fo' the night? Don't you hate drivin' when it's dark like this?" If I didn't know any better, I'd say his eyes looked hurt. Once shimmering, they now seemed duller.

Another sigh leaves my mouth, even more guilt filled than the last. "Yes, but I'd rather go home," I say. There was no way to sugarcoat it. The fact of the matter was that I was nervous. The concept of spending the night in his house didn't seem right.

He gives me an almost emotionless smile. "Well, s'your decision to make, love. But if I did somethin' wrong, you'd tell me, right?"

"You didn't do anything wrong. Tonight was amazing."

In all my years, no one has ever managed to make me laugh as hard as he has—with the exception of my older brother. While we were playing charades, my stomach was aching from cackling over Harry's spot-on impersonations. One of the categories had been animals, and he ended up beating on his chest and getting on all fours to resemble an ape. Despite the being quite rule, he had still let out animalistic noises.

Harry's eyebrows draw together. "Then why don't you wanna stay? Sorry if I'm pryin', but I thought we were friends. Do you not trust me, or somethin'?"

The way those words rolled off of his tongue like dice was so wrong. Since day one, he's proven himself to be trustworthy. Behind the curly hair and obnoxious jokes was a guy who was sensitive to the feelings of other's. That showed in the way he treated friends, family, and strangers.

"No, that's not it. Don't think like that. The problem isn't you. I'm—"

"Scared? Of what?"

"What it'll symbolize," I say. It may very well be a friend-like thing to do, but I wasn't ready. Putting our friendship on the line is something I'm not ready to do just yet. I don't trust myself.

He stands to his full height, now above me. His Nirvana shirt was hanging loosely on his frame because he'd accidentally bought it a size too big. Despite that, he still made the look work. Even if the shirt was small, it'd just conform to his muscles. That boy was gifted with the type of body that could pull off almost anything.

"We're friends, Y/N," he says. The look on his face was somewhat relaxed compared to a few moments ago.

"Yeah," I say. My mind was made up. "Thanks for everything, again." I'm leaving for our good, I remind myself.

He rocks on his heels a couple times. His big feet were still covered by the socks with tiny sharks all over them. Dork. "D'you want me t'walk you out t'your car?" He stops rocking and gives me a dimpled smile.

"Thanks, but I'm good."

"Oh, okay. Can I have a goodnight hug then?" He outreaches his arms like a parent waiting to be greeted their kid after they hop off the bus. It was such a welcoming gesture.

Seeing him standing there like that reminded me of the softer side to him. One of the sides I've definitely taken a liking towards. The second I walk into his embrace, the whole world seems to begin turning slower. He was so warm.

"Hope you have sweet dreams when you go t'bed, love," he says into my hair. His voice was low and sounded a bit gravely.

"You too," I say. "You deserve them."

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