Harry Styles Imagines

09 - Distance

PERSONAL IMAGINE

DISTANCE

                                                  I dance around with the vacuum cleaner in the living room, listening to the music of my iPod. My laptop stands on the little coffee table. As I wait for Harry to call me via Skype I try to kill some time with cleaning our flat.

 Actually, I would rather not talk with Harry tonight but I need to confront him. Pics and rumors are spreading around and as much as I tried to tell myself that they are not true I just can't. Those fears, of  him having an other girl while he is away on tour, crept its way into my mind, making me go crazy.

 Why shouldn't he cheat?

 He is loved by millions of girls. Some girls would do some fucked up shit to be with him and most of those girls are really, really pretty. When he is away on tour we barely see each other so why should he wait for me if he has such a big selection of beautiful girls?

 I drop the hoover when I see an in-coming call on Skype from Harry. Nervously, I adjust my shirt and my hair, preparing a speech to confront him with the rumors. But all those words are gone when I see Harry sitting in front of the camera.

 "Hi baby!" Harry says happily and waves, a breathtaking smile on his lips. I sigh. What has he done to me?

 "Hey," I say and decide to have a normal conversation with him, for now, "How's tour?"

 "Great, great. I've met many really nice people."

 "Girls, too?" The question is out before I could hold it back. Harry eyebrows are drawn together and he scratches his neck.

 "Yeah, I mean it's...kind of un...unavoidable." Harry shrugs. I nod, pulling at the sweater I'm wearing, "That's my sweater, isn't it?" He says, smiling again and tries to lighten the mood.

 "Uh yeah I took it...because I, well, I miss you. I hope that's all right."

 "Sure, I love it when you wear my clothes, baby." Harry answers and rests his chin in his palm.

 "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

 "Hmm, how about...uh, yesterday, before the concert started I was out in L.A. and I saw this—"

 "No, I meant something, like, personal, you know?"

 "Oh, uhm yeah, a few days back my Mom visited with—"

 "I know, I've seen the photos." I interrupt him again.

 "Are you mad at me?" Harry asks with a puzzled expression in his eyes.

 "Is there a reason for me to be mad?"

 "I don't know. You have to tell me." Harry says and shrugs. I study him. He would tell me if something is going on, right? To be honest, I have no clue and if he does nothing bad behind my back I will feel so bad for accusing him of it. But what if he does? What if he cheats and I won't find out because I don't have the heart to ask him?

 "Who was this girl you went out with a few days ago?"

 "My mom?" He asks and laughs quietly but immediately stops when he sees that I did not join him.

 "No, the blonde girl. I've seen some pictures. You both seem to be really close. Why don't I know her?"

 "Oh, she is just a friend and you probably don't know her because you live in the UK and she lives in L.A."

 "And you're...like, you know, only friends?"

 Harry sighs and rubs his hands over his face. He seems to understand what I was thinking. Quickly, he shakes his head and folds his hands.

 "Baby, Kaitlin, she is just a friend. A good friend, yes, but nothing more. Nothing, all right? You're the only one for me and even though we are miles apart my love for you doesn't vanish. I'm often wide awake at night and so close to call you because I miss you. God, you don't even realize how much I miss you," Harry says and the fact that we are talking via Skype is killing me right now, "You usually don't believe those rumors, Kaitlin."

 "I don't know why I did it this time. I just saw all those pretty girls who were with you and I became insecure...about myself, you know? I love you, Harry, and the thought to share you with other girls is killing me."

 "You don't share me with anyone, baby." Harry promises and I nod, sighing loudly. I needed his affirmation that there is nobody else, only me and him. It already hurts that he is so far away. I always hated a long-distance relationship and now I have one and I always get reminded of it.

 "I love you, Harry."

 "I love you more." He says and smiles again. The corners of my mouth curl upwards and I stare at the laptop screen for a few minutes, just admiring him.

 "No other girls?" I ask again, just to be sure.

 "All I think about is you." Harry assures me and shows me the necklace I bought him ages ago, "Look, I still wear this one. I kiss it every time before I go on stage."

 I smile and call on Harry to tell me about everything that has happened on tour. All my worries have disappeared and the thought of him cheating on me was stupid, anyway. I know he loves me. The distance that separates the two of us just got to my head.

 "I love you, Kaitlin, but I gotta go now."

 "All right. I love you." I say and Harry leans forward with a heart-warming smile and kisses the camera which causes me to giggle.

 "See you soon, baby."