Harry Styles Imagines

#92 Whatever It Takes

This was requested by an anon on Tumblr.

Summary: Listening to management makes Harry loose the person he loves the most. You. It's not until he finds you've moved on and grown close to a certain member of the band that he realizes he wants you back. Even if it means going the extra mile. Because having your love again will be worth it—it's what both of you need.

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It had been exactly one month since he forced out the words that tasted like poison in his mouth: I don' think this is goin' t'work. The statement cut into the air like a knife, piercing her heart and making her throat grow tight. If only the universe could've stopped, just for a second, so their minds could somewhat envision what their reality without each other was soon to be like. But it didn't, leaving them both with heavy chests and remaining love for each other. Talking it through did neither of them good. The only lie he repeated was that it had to do with the way he felt about her.

The world carried on even on the morning of her departure. The atmosphere was only peaceful in a literal since. Bird chirps filled into the air and white clouds were hiding the fact that the sky was blue. Without speaking, they arranged her boxed belongings into her trunk. What couldn't fit got placed in the backseats and on the floorboards.

Their parting hug almost seemed as though it would last forever. Neither of them wanted to let go of the person who made life a little more worth living. Seeing the tears streaking her cheeks broke him all over again. Neither of them knew that would be the last time they saw each other before the party Nick was hosting.

As she pushed her foot into a platform heel, her phone made an awkward buzz against the wood of her nightstand.

You're wearing black right? N xx

A smirk made its way across her face as she moved to reply.

No I'm wearing neon yellow you donut

Yes I'm wearing black, I already told you that Nail :P

You're a mean little thing. That's not my name. I was just double checking because I wanted us to be matching. Be ready in 10 or I'm dragging you out by your ankles. >:)

Shut up I'll be ready. xx

See you then xx

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She was halfway through a glass of strawberry champagne when Niall made a comment about a particular group of girls swaying oddly to the music. When she cracked a smile, a bit of the red liquid to dribbled past her lips. She was quick to catch it with the side of her index finger. She set the glass down before giving him the pointed look her deserved. An accomplished smile rested on his face and his blue eyes were sparkling in the dim lighting. All the other boys could do was laugh.

"That's not funny, Ni. They're just having fun," she defended their choice of movements.

"Obviously. A little too much." Louis gave a comical eye roll.

Niall nudged your shoulder. "Yeah, see. Even you can do better than tha'. Wanna go show them how its done? Just you and me?" He rose a brow. When she opened her mouth to speak he knew what was coming. So he spoke again. "You're not shy other times so you can' be shy now, love."