Harry styles Imagines (Book 1)

"It's going to be okay"

Harry’s POV

I watched her from across the room. She was drunk. I could tell by her sloppy movements. But there was something graceful about her movements. It was like she was trying to hide something. It was in her eyes. She was lost.

“What’s your name,” I called to her snapping her out of her trance. She smiled striding over towards me.

“(Y/N),” she whispered seductively in my ear, then she turned to walk away. I reached out and grabbed her hand stopping her.

“Look,” she began suddenly seeming angrier than she was before. “Don’t touch me.” She snatched her arm away from me.

“What’s your problem,” I asked smirking at her agitation. She bit her lip, her eyes softening.

“Why do you care,” she snapped her eyes focusing on something behind me. “I have to go.” Then she turned to leave.

I don’t know why I followed her, but I did. She slipped out into the rain not even affected by it. “Why did you follow me,” she yelled. I could barely hear her from the rain. I could see the tears running down her face. 

I stepped closer to her letting my fingertips brush the side of the face. “I’m so lost. Been that way since I was 18,” she whispered. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” She kept shaking her head and laughing like she was crazy. *GIF*

I wrapped my arms around her letting her cry on my chest. “It’s going to be okay,” I whispered stroking her hair. “It’s going to be okay.”