Harry Styles Imagines ♡

➩he asks you out (for Zalla !!)

Saturday, 20 May, 2017.
11:38 PM

i'm bored. there's nothing to do here in this lonely house. and it sucks being single.

i looked down at my phone, my blue-green eyes watering because of the light reflecting off it.

should i text him back? he said 'hey' with three ellipses after that. is he mad? is he upset? ugh, boys are confusing.

my friend, harry, texted me around 5 minutes ago. that's how long i've been staring at my phone for.

5 whole minutes. who knew that a text from a boy you like, could put so much pressure on your shoulders?

Zalla: hey, are you okay?

Harry: i don't know. i like this girl, but i don't know if she likes me back.. can you help me?

Zalla: sure :)

Harry: well, she lives not too far from here

Zalla: right

Harry: i'm thinking of asking her to come over tomorrow

Zalla: not a bad choice

Harry: i'll tell you more tomorrow, goodnight love

Zalla: goodnight :)

i couldn't sleep all night. was he really interested in another girl? then again, he called me love. he never calls me that.

oh my gosh Zalla, you're getting your hopes up over ONE boy. ONE.

yeah, one boy that you've known your whole life. the boy you share scars with, the boy you had your first car accident with.

face it, you want him. you love him.

i went to sleep that night. at 1 am, still thinking about harry. did i really want him that bad?

of course i did.

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the next morning my mum woke me up. she said harry was here and that he needed to talk to me.

"okay, tell him to come up," i said, brushing my brown hair.

about 2 minutes later, he came up. he looked like he was upset, or nervous. i couldn't tell, but it was one of those two.

"Zalla," he said, sitting on my bed.

"what's up?" i said, trying to look calm even though i felt like i was going to explode inside.

"i - i don't know how to say this.." he said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly.

"har-"

"i love you."

i was in total shock. he loved me? wait, the girl he was talking about last night, was he talking about me?

"i'm sorry-"

"i love you too," was all i said.

"y-you do?" he stuttered, obviously in shock, but at the same time happy.

"yes. i've loved you ever since i met you when we were little kids, before i even knew what love meant. i really do harry," i said.

"well - will you be my girlfriend?" he asked, taking both my hands in his.

"yes," i smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with the ends of his short hair.

he took my face in his hands and kissed me gently. his lips were so soft, they felt so good against mine.

"i love you Zalla."

"i love you too, Harry."