Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

I want to write you a song

Harry's POV

I stared at Y/N, her back facing me yet managing to look beautiful somehow. She's writing her diary on the coffee table, hunched over as she scrawled down her thoughts. I want to write you a song, one as beautiful as you are sweet.

She is honestly the most gorgeous girl I've ever met, both inside and out. Her personality is just... wow. Even though constantly bombarded with hate, she combats them with her niceness. 

With just a hint of pain, for the feeling that I get when you are gone, I wanna write you a song. My chest tightened as I think of her leaving to another country for a few months. Just like me going on tour around the world, only in reverse this time round. She's going over to visit a sick relative and she told me she might as well take a break there too. What she didn't say but the both of us knew clearly was: she's taking a break from our relationship. Our relationship have been through its ups and downs and lately, it's been really bumpy... Us shouting at each other for no reason at all, giving each other the cold shoulder. This just isn't what we used to be, back when we couldn't get enough of each other.

I wanna lend you my coat, one that's as soft as your cheek. So when the world is cold, you'll have a hiding place you can go, I wanna lend you my coat. I heard that the country she's going to is currently freezing and even though I acted like I couldn't care more or less, I want to make sure she doesn't freeze herself there. I want to lend her my warm leather jacket, but I'm too vain to just give it to her. I'll just find a time to sneak it into her luggage then.

Not only from the weather, call me naive but I like to think that my jacket can shield her from her from the harsh world out there. I couldn't bear to think of her trying to handle the cruel world all by herself, totally helpless without me next to her. I imagined my jacket physically protecting her from all forms of harm and I instantly felt a bit better.

Ooh, everything I need I get from you. Ooh, givin' back is all I wanna do. I owe her a lot, that much I know of. For I wouldn't be myself without her. I wouldn't feel this happy and complete. I wouldn't have anyone to confide my deepest thoughts. It's the least I can do, trying to pay back all the things she's done for me. She's always there by my side when no one else was. And so that's what I'm going to do. 

I wanna build you a boat, one as strong as you are free. Y/N's a free spirit, never dragged down by anything in this world. She says what she thinks, believes in what she believes in and stays true to herself. A strong creature too, that girl. For she march on determinedly even when faced with the biggest trouble. Just like our relationship, she's the one that took charge and thought of alternatives when it's broken.  

So any time you think that your heart is gonna sink, you know it won't. I wanna build you a boat. I know that deep down, she's just as afraid as everyone else is, but she's an actress, she hides it well. She's afraid of rides, the dark and the dentist. She's also afraid of this relationship failing. She's poured her heart and soul into it, and now she's tired, she's skeptical that it'll work. I want to assure her that my heart knows it will, we will survive this given time and that we shouldn't give up. 

I wanna write you a song, one to make your heart remember me. None of us says it but we would miss each other tremendously when she's gone, which is by tomorrow. I'll feel something missing as the warmth on her side of her bed turns cold. I'll miss it when her plump lips touched mine so tenderly. But at the same time I'm afraid, terribly afraid that she won't miss me at all, like I'm merely just another person to her.

So any time I'm gone, you can listen to my voice and sing along. I remember faintly, before our relationship took a sharp turn, she told me her favorite thing is to listen to my voice, especially when I'm singing. I'll always remember that moment, short but blissful. She's never gonna admit it, but I know she secretly sings along to my songs when she thinks she alone.

I took a pencil and a scrape piece of paper, observing her back as she's still not facing me. She is my muse, she always was. I decided to pour my heart out into this song, saying and describing what I've been feeling all these while, explaining the things that my vanity and ego has stopped me to say.

I wanna write you a song, and so I will.