(Imagine 5)
Just Friends:
Harry Styles; the boy you grew up with, the boy you told everything to, the boy you were secretly in love with for years, and now he's the man that's getting married to your High School enemy - Gigi Adams.
A perfect name for a perfectly bitchy girl, she was the one who made you stop taking photography in High School and the one that made you not go to any Middle School dance. But when Prom rolled around, rumor was that Harry was going to ask Gigi; which was false, since Harry asked you. That night, was the night when your feelings finally sparked for Harry.
Those feelings needed to be pushed down, now, since he was getting married in a few days. You sighed, swirling around on Harry's chair waiting for him to come out of the studio room.
After High School, Harry and you decided to open your own Photography Studio, since it was a passion you both shared. Right now, he was finishing some shots with Gigi, gag me with a spoon. He walked out of the studio, ruffling his curls like he always does.
"Lunch!" You exclaimed jumping up. You watched your best friend's gaze meet the floor, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "About that..." He began, but Gigi's blonde self struts out interrupting him.
"Oh, hey (Y/N) - Didn't see you there," She rolled her eyes, searching her pocketbook for something, "Lets go, we're late for the reservation."
"Reservation?" You asked dumbly, Gigi sighed.
"Yes, (Y/N), something you make to get into a restaurant." She took the lip gloss pouring it on her abnormally big lips, "Harry, we're going to be late!" Gigi whined, teasing her hair.
"We don't want to get the in-laws waiting," She turned to me, looking me up and down before walking out.
"Anne and Robin are in town?" You still asked, looking towards Harry, watching him grab his coat. He nodded quickly, "Anne and your mom were hanging out yesterday." He said then grabbed his gloves off the shelf.
Harry tried leaning in for a kiss on the cheek, which you denied backing away from him. "C'mon (Y/N)," He whined, pouting a bit. "No," You said stubbornly, "You're leaving me eating cold pizza while you go dine off to an amazing restaurant."
"That's why you wont let me kiss you?" He teased.
No. you thought, its because I'm madly in love with you.
"Harry, you're going to be late." You state, unwrapping the pizza from the tin foil. You saw something flicker in the green eyes of his, guilt?
"I'll make it up to you, (Y/N)!" He grinned.
You shook your head, "Tell Anne and Robin I said Hi." Then you took a bite out of the cold cheese pizza, it made you gag as you threw it back into the tin foil.
"Will do," He said slowly, watching you put your coat on. Gigi walked in, snow on her perfect blonde hair, "Harry." She whined.
"Coming," Harry sighed still staring into your eyes, deeply. Gigi noticed this and walked in between you two, "So (Y/N), who's your plus one?"
You shifted your weight to your left foot then back to your right, hanging your head low. No one, you thought, but decided to not say anything by biting your lip.
"No one?" mused Gigi, a ghost smile on her too-big lips.
"I'm her plus one!" Harry shouted out, making your and Gigi's head snapped towards him.
