Harry Styles Imagines

#Harry#Part1

Another day of my life wasted because of the hell called school. They say that high school isn't easy and I knew it, but I never expected it to be that bad.

The first years were ok, a lot less horrible, because my best friend Harry was always by my side.

And he still is by my side. And he's still my best friend. We know each other for what- ten years now and we're inseparable. We tell each other always everything, but I never told him, that my feelings for him are a little bit stronger than they should be, when it comes to best friends.

I thought that it was just a small crush and that I'll get over it soon, but little did I know that my feelings only will grow stronger. And that was four years ago! Since four years I know that I'm in love with Harry. But I never got the courage to tell him how I feel.

Why? Actually, that's a very good question. My biggest fear is probably that I'll lose him, that my feelings will ruin our friendship. And I rather have Harry as a good friend,him not knowing what I truly feel, as having him not in my life at all.

Because I know for a very long time now, how I feel, I learned to hide my feelings. To pretend that we're just good friends. To act 'normal' whenever I'm around Harry.

By now, it was the last year of school, only a few more months and I'm done. I'll move out of my mom's house, maybe I'll move in somewhere else in London. Or I'll move to another country. Anyway, before I think about where to live, I should think about school. They also said that the last year is the easiest one. No stress, no problems, no this, no that, blah, blah, blah. Turns out, that it's the complete opposite. At least in my case.

A couple of months ago, we got a new girl. 5 new girls to say it exactly. And it didn't take long, until they made clear, where they stand. 'The popular bitches'. That's what I call them, because..well, they are a bunch of bitches. Thinking that they can do whatever they want, acting all bitchy and ugh. They are horrible.

To make matters even worse, I have some 'problems' with them. They bully me. Ha, strange to say that. 'They bully me'. Weird. But it's the truth.

Picking on me whenever they get the chance to, calling me names and so on. It didn't bother me the first few times, but soon it got worse. Yes, the emotional pain they cause me is terrible. I even self harmed, but not that often, so I stopped 'cause I knew better than to listen to them. But when they started to beat me up, 2 weeks ago I guess, I couldn't take it any longer.

I had no one with whom I could talk about it. Not even Harry knows about it, because...more about this 'Harry thing' later. I started to self harm again. I kept my old blades, I didn't chuck them away. I kept them, for times like this. When I feel alone and worthless. When there's noting that could ease my pain. Except for the blades of course.

"Hey (Y/N)?! Are you there?!" Someone taps my shoulder. I get back to reality and snap my head up from the desk and look to my right side, almost colliding with Harry's head.

"Yea, yea. I was listening." I wave my hand at him, although I don't have the slightest clue what's going on.

"So what do you say?" He asks and leans closer to me, so the teacher wouldn't hear us. It doesn't matter anyway. It's the last class for today, so we are allowed to do whatever we want as long as we are quiet.

"I'm sorry. I didn't get what you were saying." I reply.

"I knew you weren't listening. Were you daydreaming about your crush?" The left corner of his mouth tugs up a little bit, almost showing his dimple.

"What? No! I don't have a crush." 'Because I already love my best friend'. I add in my head.

"I was asking if you want to come over today after school, so we could hang out a little. And the lads are coming too." He repeats what he said earlier.