Harry Styles Imagine For Georgia, Mixed Signals. (geoooo)
(YOUR POV) **sorry for any cussing**
I cautiously walk up the ice covered steps to my best friend Niall's house. It's mid winter and last night it rained but then the temperature dropped so now it's really slippery, I obviously didn't comprehend that as I put pumps on. Typical. Just as I step onto the welcome mat Niall opens the door, the heat of the house instantly hitting my bleak skin. "Alright?" Niall asks, grinning at me. "Oh," He says as he sees my jaw chattering "come in." He steps back a little so I have space to get through the door. As I step in I sigh from relief, I finally don't have the cold piercing at my bare skin. I shrug the heavy coat off of my shoulders and kick my shoes off, walking over to the cupboard to hang my coat up. As I shut the door to the cupboard I see a curly haired figure standing in the kitchen, scouring in the fridge. "shit." I whisper, realising it's Harry. We really don't like each other.
I walk over to the couch and sit down next to Niall, "you could of told me he was here..." I trail off, nodding in the direction of the kitchen. Niall furrows his brows, looking directly into my eyes. "I thought you two were alright now?" I scoff at his remark. I roll my eyes and re-adjust my position on the couch, "the compete opposite." I hold my breath as I hear his heavy feet come through into the living room, my eyes squeeze shut as I hear him sigh, obviously acknowledging my presence. I open my eyes and let them follow his movements. "you didn't tell me it was coming." I laugh at his remark, god he's pathetic. Niall just stays quiet, passing the TV remote to me. "Anything you fancy watching?" I ask them both, they both just sip their drinks. "helpful." I mutter, passing the remote back to Niall and pulling my phone out of my pocket. I scroll through endless tweets of nothing for about five minutes until I get bored. I stand up and make my way to the kitchen.
I look through some of the cupboards before I find Niall's biscuit tin. Opening it and pulling out a digestive biscuit. I hold it in between my teeth as I put the tin back in the cupboard and stand up. I start eating the biscuit, thinking about why Harry might hate me so much. When I first met him I thought he was quite nice, he had good manners but then after a few times he started to get bitter. My thoughts make an abrupt stop as Harry wanders into the kitchen. I just continue to eat my biscuit, finishing it off in a few more bites. Harry stands opposite me from the other side of the kitchen, leaning against the counters. He drums his fingers against the hard surface. I look away from him; I know he's looking at me. "Y'know." He says, breaking the very uncomfortable silence. I slowly move my gaze to meet his, his eyes staring right at me. "I thought you were going to be someone who I could get on with and have a good time with." He laughs once he finishes that sentence. "you turned out to be a bit of a bitch though." This time I don't laugh at his remark, my face sourly turns into a frown. "Why's that?" I ask, slightly offended. He simply shrugs, "I don't know."
"So you decide to call me a bitch then don't give me a good enough reason as to why?" I cross my arms tightly over my chest, "I can think of quite a good few words for you right now and I have some very good reasons to go with them." I finally find some confidence that I've been searching for for a while. He just awkwardly shifts under my gaze. I lift an eyebrow up at him, waiting for him to give me an answer. All he does is look at the floor. "Sorry." He mumbles, looking at me now instead of the floor. "What's that?" I ask, unlinking my arms from one another, "are you apologising?" I widen my eyes at the word that just came from his mouth. "Yeah, I am." He walks over to me. My heartbeat seems to pick up speed and I find myself shifting. As he steps closer to me he places his hands on my waist. The sudden contact makes my head hurt ever so slightly. He grins, looking down at me. Heavens above, that smile. "I've always liked you, you know?" The words slip through the air like silk. I receive them and drill them into my head. "You what?" I smirk back at him, he knows I heard him, he knows I'm just winding him up because he wont want to say it again. "you heard me." His smirk grows wider. His hands move from my waist to my lower back. My grin reflects off of his, it seems that all the insults and abuse we gave each other dissolved at that moment. It's just us, nothing else. Nobody else to stop us. "Do you feel the same?" He says in a hushed whisper. I blush, pulling my gaze away from his then getting an idea. I pull my head back up and press my lips against his. Pulling away quickly, "does that answer your question?"
**I felt very awkward writing that last part and I don't even know why!! Hahaha, hope you liked it though, sorry if the length was too short or long:) I'm trying to get some preferences done but I have no ideas what to write, if anyone has any requests please write them!**
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