|| Harry Styles Imagines ||

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Dedicated to mysticaldreamer001

So she'd requested me for this imagine and here it is Mysti (do you watch Pokémon?)! Ok seriously though, let's take a minute to appreciate how much I suck at deciding nicknames alright?
We're done? Awesome.
⚠️Just wanted to clear one thing. She'd requested for a bit of a sad imagine which includes self harm and depression. So if you guys are not able to digest it, then that's quite alright. (:
PS: It has a happy ending.

PS: The author of this book (yours truly) is throwing spoilers around like confetti. That's just how weird she is! XD

PS: Y/H/C - Your Hair Colour
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•Only Angel•

Harry's POV

She's been to my concert for the 12th time now. I smile inwardly, remembering her sway to my songs. Her small sweet smiles. She never cheered, yelled or cried with happiness like all my other amazing fans. She just smiled. Her beautiful
Y/H/C hair was always tied in a fashion which hid her face from the others.
Why would she want to hide it though? She was beautiful. I couldn't make out from the stage whether she was fond of make up though.
I don't believe that anyone would look so breathtaking without the help of makeup. I'd never seen anyone like that. Even Mum and Gem used make up sometimes.
But she's intriguing, this one. That's for sure.
I tried to maintain eye contact and the connection with the audience while I sang Woman after Carolina, but my mind kept wandering back to the girl and her sweet smile. Maybe, just maybe, I felt something for her.
She was here for my voice. My hardwork and my feelings. And she was enjoying it, I thought. I watched her sway to the song with her eyes closed, lost in a paradise of her own. My heart filled with happiness up to the brim thinking that I was a part of her paradise.
Well at least my voice. In the background.
Maybe it was more than just stupid physical attraction. 'And she wants you and she needs you', I thought sarcastically. I continued to sing Kiwi now, as I had a mental conversation with myself. 'Of course she doesn't.' She's taken, for sure. A girl like her..
I smiled as I thanked the crowd for having me and appreciating my art and passion. The yells and encouragement brought a wide smile on my face. I called a guy from the management on stage with a couple of meet and greet passes.
[I really don't know how the whole concert, meet and greet and all that works. I've never been to a concert :( ]
I had to do something to get to know her. I just couldn't let her go. My heart won't be able to bear it. I grabbed the passes. "Here's a little surprise guys! You're all amazing and I love every single one of you!!!"
And with that, I threw the passes into the crowd and watched with childlike excitement as one flitted right into her hands.
See you soon darling, I smiled.
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She stood at the end of the line. Quiet and patient with a smile on her face. God, she was beautiful! I hadn't even talked to her and I was literally wrapped around her little finger. I couldn't help but give a love stricken sigh.
The girl in front of me giggled. "I know I look cute, but I didn't know I looked that hot.", she smiled confidently, her hand inching towards my chest. I smiled back at her, "You're quite pretty, love." It was true. She was pretty, but not as much her. No one could ever be as beautiful as her. I gently pried the girl's hands off my chest and gave her my autograph.
I smiled and laughed, hugged and grinned. I clicked a lot of pictures and signed a lot of autographs, loving every single second of it. But I watched her too. Some girls pushed past her, or glared at her. They made fun of her shyness, getting me slightly riled up. But I reminded my self I couldn't do anything. I was not her boyfriend.
Well, not just yet.
I was done talking to the last girl and I couldn't help but grin widely as she made her way towards me. She gave me a shy smile. And I melted. I asked her the question I was dying to ask, "Will you marry me?"
Of course I didn't.
"And what's your name darling?"
"Y/N."
"Perfect for a lovely lady like you."
"Thank you Harry.", she blushed. "I just wanted to say that you're an amazing singer and person. I know you know that you bring a smile on millions of faces. That's why you work so hard on every song. I lov-", she stopped herself from saying it, but I chuckled anyway.. dancing with joy inwardly, "admire you for that. You make such a huge impact on people's life! And thank you for that. Thank you so so much!" I pulled her close to me, engulfing her in a tight hug.
She knew me. This girl had never met me and yet she knew what I thought. I pulled her even closer, inhaling her scent of vanilla. She felt so small in my arms. I didn't want to let go, not just yet. But I had to.
I gave her a grin as I held both her hands in mine.
Her fingers were long and slender, yet they seemed so tiny in my hands. I liked the feel of her soft hands in mine, imagining them on my cheeks. My eyes trailed towards her face.
She was wearing almost no makeup. And yet.. how? How was she looking so.. heavenly? That's what she was. Not humane. She had unearthly beauty. Her full red (lipstick, chopstick and all that stuff free, if I may add) lips, shining
Y/E/C eyes and rosy flushed cheeks.
My eyes trailed from her fingers to her arms, now visible as the sleeves of the long top she wore had rode up till her elbows due to the hug.
And that's when I noticed the scars.
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Before anything else, OF COURSE THERE IS A PART TWO!!!! Also, Mysti (I'm so sorry for the shitty nickname) I hope you liked it. I will update it quite soon cause I've planned out everything. I'm going to try to put in as much as positive things because I myself can't deal with depression and the stuff related to it. It's not because I'm insensitive or something but because I've had quite a share of my own demons too.
All seriousness apart, don't be shy to tell me your feelings about the imagine! Don't be a silent reader!!!
Do you know what Harry is? A star! But not just any ol' star, pfft! A nice shining golden star. And for highlighting that in this imagine.. I wanna star tuuuu!! *says in baby voice* So go ahead and vote, comment and follow!
[That star thing was beyond crap I know :/]
Question of the Day:
What is your and Harry's ship name?
Oh and make one for me too. I use my initials to make up my name Cam and then it just becomes HAM ugh [And this, ladies and gentlemen, is your oh so mature writer]
Till then, see ya kittens (:
-CamXX
PS: I woke up at 5:08 am to write this imagine!😧