Harry Styles Imagines

02 - I Love You.

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I Love You

I fix my purple shirt one last time while glancing in the mirror. I am literally panicking. What if Harry thinks I'm ugly? Or basic? I knew that I am beautiful but everyone doesn't think that. I always think that Harry is getting bored with me. Harry and I have been together one year but this wasn't our anniversary-that hasn't came up yet.

A knock at the bedroom door comes and I sigh.

"Come in!" I say and Harry walks in.

"How's my princess?" Harry says and lightly kisses my lips.

"I'm fine, and you?" I smile weakly, wishing I could really tell him.

"I'm great. Is there something bothering you?" Harry asks with furrowed eye brows.

"Nahh, I'm all good," I give him a thumbs up.

"I hope so.." Harry says and he runs his hand across my back. One year, and that rush of butterflies still rushed through my veins. I walk down stairs and Harry follows me as well.

"I'm hungry," I moan.

"That makes two of us," Harry pulled me for a hug. Harry is such a hugger and I love it.

"How'd I end up so lucky?" Harry says glancing down at me and pecking my lips multiple times.

"Love you," He said with a kind of sad sigh. I know it wasn't the real kind of love because he always says that and I just smile back. Harry isn't known for loving someone and fully committing. And I think that I'd look like a fool if I spill out my heart only for him to say, 'Oh that's nice'. I want it to be special and let him know how much it means to me that he knows.

"C'mon, get your jacket and shoes, we're going for lunch," Harry said releasing me and slipping on his boots.

"Alright, I'm starved," I say and do ad Harry said.

"How about Chili's?" Harry said from the kitchen.

[Chili's is a restaurant ok]

"Sounds good to me," I mumble slipping on my shoes.

Harry took my hand and walked outside. I got in the car and he went to the other side. Harry turned the key and drove to the restaurant. Fortunately, there were no paparazzi, just fans. Not everywhere, but quite a load. Sometimes the fans intimidated me because they still gave me cold hard glares. One of them had a glare so hard on me and her fists were clenched. I were only paying attention to her face, tears stinging at her eyes, her breathing looking irregular, she hated me so much.

I tripped over something and Harry caught me before I fell.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," I gasped for air.

"You don't look okay.. you're pale," Harry said. I looked at the fan again who had a brick in her hand and aimed it at my head. I felt your legs give up on me and I were scared to death. That's when Harry scooped me up and placed me back in the car and he rushed to his side and he sped of back to home.

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Harry lied me on the couch and tried to soothe me as I were crying.

"Please tell me Y/N," Harry begged, he was so clueless. Good thing paps weren't there to catch my panic attack on camera.

"This fan. She's was looking at me. She hates me. Her fists were in balls and when I looked back at her she had a brick in her hand. She scared me, Harry," I cried.

"I'm so sorry love. I-I.. we should've stayed here," Harry kissed my forehead as I calm down.

"It's fine. It's just me panicking," I sniffled, sitting up.

I almost want to tell Harry that you can't do this. One year, I should be used to this but it gets harder and harder for me. Harry decided to just order a pizza and I didn't mind.

"Oh this is yours," Harry pulled a case out of his pocket. He opened it and it was a necklace. A beautiful pearl necklace.

"Oh my god, Harry you didn't have to!" I hugged him and then let go and turned around as Harry leaned close to put it on me.

"But I wanted to. Plus, you look amazing in pearls.. I.. I hope you like it," Harry said and kissed behind my ear.

"I love it," I confirmed as Harry smiled at me faintly but I could see a frown there as he sighed, stood up, and walked upstairs.

He seemed to be doing that often. He'd do something for me and then leave. Maybe I'm loosing him. Thirty minutes later, I walk to the bathroom on the same floor and glanced in the mirror. I had to admit, I did look dazzling with the necklace. I felt like Harry just keeps trying to spoil me to maybe win me over. I sigh and take off the necklace, deep in thought.

Harry's POV

I think it's time to tell her. In a way she understands. I tell her everyday and she just smiles. I thought that if I put her first then maybe she would finally see. But she hasn't. And I want her to finally know. I walk down the stairs and see her in the bathroom before I walk past it. I can just see her reflection. She takes off the necklace, then the bracelet, then the earrings with a heavy sigh. I knew she didn't like the stuff I gave her.

Then she glances in the mirror. I move away so she doesn't see me. She says something in the mirror, but I can't make it out. I close my eyes.. 'Harry, I love you,'

Y/N POV

"Harry, I love you," I say in the mirror. No. I shake my head. That's not a way to tell him.

"I love you so much," I try again and then curse at how much I sucked at this.

"You what?" I hear someone says. I look up and see Harry in the doorway suddenly. My cheeks grow hot.

"Nothing. Just.. trying to um... singing," I say. What a lame excuse.

"No, no, no," Harry grinned and blocked the exit.

"Harry, I have no time for games right now, please," I say.

"You just said you loved me," Harry grins and still keeping on the subject. He may think it's funny, but it's not.

"I did not!" I say refusing to look at him just so he can laugh. He stands there for a minute or two. I fold my arms and finally look at him. His smile is gone and he looks serious as he inches down.

"But I love you more," Harry says and our lips collide together for a soft, compassionate, and loving kiss.

It was the easiest way to tell him. I didn't have to tell him directly to his face. I were just glad that he loved me back.