Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Bad liar

Based on Selena Gomez's new single, Bad liar :) if you heard it, continue on but if you haven't.... well i mean, you could still read on but it wouldn't have the effect i wanted :)

First song imagine because I'm too in love with it

You can do this, yes you love him. Of course you do. Why wouldn't you? These are the things I have to convince myself every single day anytime I'm around him, which I currently am now.

It is currently chemistry and I'm seated next to my boyfriend. We're supposed to be dissolving a metal strip with hydrochloric acid under different temperatures and record the results to how temperatures affect the rate of reaction.

Even though I wanted to be a pair with my best friend, he is, as usual, too controlling and over-possessive so guess who I'm stuck with?

I sighed while in my head, marveled about the how ironic this is, doesn't every couple want to spend as much time with each other as possible? Yet I don't feel this way...

"So how are we supposed to do this?" my boyfriend asked. I tried explaining in detail but I can tell he wasn't even interested. He just nodded at times he thinks it's appropriate but in reality, it really isn't.

He spoke up after I finished the ignored explanation. "Well, you can do it since you know best. I'll just sit here and watch you."

"Sure, like I have a say in this..." I muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

I did the experiment alone while 2 rows in front of me, a lovely and charming boy with brunette curls and a cute dimple was mucking around with his partner.

Oh, you're taking up a fraction of my mind....

I glanced at him furtively, and Harry, being the dork he is, is squinting his eyes, looking around wildly while screaming: "Ahhhh! There's acid in my eyes!!" (even though his eyes are well protected by the safety glasses) and our teacher shouting at him to stop the commotion.

I smirked, unable to contain how funny and cute he looked. I poured some hydrochloric acid into the test tube while my boyfriend was retelling me the home run he made yesterday about the third time now.

"And once I made the home run, coach was like..." His voice was slowly getting softer and softer, my mind drifting elsewhere, to be specific, another person...

Ohh, everytime I watch you serpentine...

Right at that moment, Harry turned around and gave me a big, warm smile and said: "Hey, Y/N! How's your experiment going?"

A shatter of glass was heard and a few shrieks that followed. I realized the sound of the crash came from my test tube. Acid spilled on the table, some on the floor and even some got my hand.

My boyfriend shouted: "Jesus Christ, Y/N! Watch out!" while my teacher immediately instructed me to go wash my hand with soap.

I went to the sink and ran my hands through the cold water.

"Hey, you ok there? Sorry if I distracted you..." Harry appeared next to me, looking at me concernedly.

I blushed and said: "Yeah, I'm fine... No worries, Harry." Except I felt like my normal tone changed into a higher pitch without me realizing.

Harry nodded, relieved and went back to his table. I lowered my head so no one could see the huge grin that could've torn my face into two

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Ooh, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying not to think about you....

I bit my lips, trying to concentrate on painting an apple and like my art teacher always say: Feel the art, not with your eyes but with your heart.

Sorry miss, but my heart and my mind are constantly occupied and kept busy with Harry, Harry and only Harry. His soft plump lips, his luscious curls, his irresistible soft emerald green eye and his adorable huge dimple that shows every single time he smiles... God, I could go on and on about him...

No, no, no, no, not to think about you...

But how can I do that if he's just right next to me? We have assigned seats in Art and today we're supposed to be painting any piece of fruit. I went with the cliché apple while Harry, being the cheeky boy he is, drew a bunch of bananas.

I tried to focus on achieving that natural redness and the reflective surface of the apple but I knew my eyes were in fact, glancing at Harry's smooth wrists, swishing the brush expertly, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

Paint my kiss across your chest, if you're the art I'll be the brush...

My imagination stopped abruptly when Harry poked my cheek with the end of his brush, grinning cheekily.

"You're staring." He stated matter of factly.

"Not. Nice bananas though..." I weakly defended.

"Nice apple, Y/N." He gave me an encouraging smile and taught me how to hold my brush in a better way.

"Here, you just-" Harry grabbed my wrist with his warm palms and guided it, doing some false gestures.

My heart almost leaped out of my chest as I allowed him to guide my wrist gently.

"Thanks." I tried to say it normally but it came out as a whisper. He gave me a wider grin, as if saying it's no big deal.

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The bell signaling break time rang and I went to put my books back in my locker. My boyfriend came up to me and gave me a surprise kiss. It came out as hard and forced and no matter how hard I tried to find the love and passion in it, no matter how hard I tried to believe, it just wasn't there. It ain't fooling no one.

After the kiss, I stared at him, his eyes not a hint of love and I realized how stupid I've been all along. The plain truth is right in front of my eyes but all these while, I chose to ignore and pretend it wasn't there. The heart missing a beat, butterflies in my stomach, the electrifying and tingling sensation every time we touch, all the signs of love I haven't felt in ages.... I felt with-

I glanced behind him and saw Harry alone by his locker, it's now or never. I silently laughed in my head. Who was I even fooling all these while?

I returned my gaze to my boyfriend and whispered into his ear: "With my feelings on fire, guess I'm a bad liar..." and strode purposefully to Harry.