♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

Nobody's Home.

I put my Hoodie up on my Head, Shivering as Cold water droplets Hit my skin. The splashing of water and the sounds of Busy New york streets was the only thing Heard as I rushed towards a small coffee shop, To keep myself warm until I find a way to go back Home.

I walked in the Small Coffee shop, Sighing in Relief when feeling the warm air embrace my Freezing body. My Clothes were soaked, and My hair was dripping but I still found myself warmer than when I was outside.

I took a seat at the far end of the Café, Next to the window. I looked through my pocket to see If I have any cash on me, And I was lucky to Find a £20 note in My pocket.

"Good Evening Miss, what would you like to Have today?" A Young waitress asked me, Giving me a Colying smile.

"Oh..uh, Sorry I have to go." I stuttered Embarrassed, Totally Forgetting that I have to buy something to actually sit down.

"Oh, that's al-" The waitress started, But I didn't bother Hearing the whole thing and I rushed out of the Coffee shop.

I really needed to go Home, I'm overly exhausted.

I took My phone out of My pocket, Ready to Call someone to try and Come pick me up but I Was Greeted with The low battery sign, Indicating that It won't even last a few seconds before- and Yup I was right, Shutting off.

I Kept on walking, Rubbing my arms at the Coldness of the air.

I almost Jumped In excitement when I saw a small Phone booth at the End of the street. I quickly rushed over to it, Running in full Excitement. I couldn't wait to go Home, I've been working since the morning and my car decided to break down- that old piece of shit- Before I can even start it.

I Went inside the Phone booth, Closing the door after me. I shivered as My wet hair stuck to my face and I picked up the payphone, Happy that Life, Finally, Cooperation with me.

I Stared at The Payphone, Deciding on who to call. I don't exactly have My Family here, And my friends are all on Holiday or Most likely busy right now. The only person I could think Of was Harry, since He was that Person that would help me out whenever I needed it. But I couldn't Exactly call Him because we broke up
a month ago.

I Hesitantly started dialing in His number, The number I knew too well.

It kept ringing for a few seconds, and I was about to give up, Thinking He wasn't going to pick up but I was actually surprised when I heard the sound of shuffling on the other line.

"Hello?" A Very familiar, Groggy voice said.

Him.

I inhaled, looking up to stop The tears from falling. I haven't heard that voice in a Month. That voice that Gave me chills and sent shivers down my spine.

"H-hi." I said, My voice coming out shaky.

The shuffling suddenly stopped, and I'm sure that He as well, recognised my voice.

"Hazel?" He said, sounding surprised.

"Y-yeah Harry, It's M-me." I replied, resting my head on the window of the booth.

"Why are you calling me?" He suddenly asked, His soft tone gone and replaced by a Very Harsh and angry one.

"I-I need you.." I stuttered, Looking down.

"Hazel, We broke up a month ago. You can't Call me like that, If I knew it was you, I wouldn't have answered." He spat out.

And even though I couldn't see Him, I still pictured how His eyebrows would be furrowed right now, with an angry scowl on his face.

"I Just- It's raining outside and I had no one else to call. Please Harry-" I started Saying, trying to explain myself to him but I Was cut off by the sound of beeping, Indicating that He closed in my face.

"Please." I whispered, Looking down as Tears started blurring my vision.

Why does reality have to be so cruel? Did I really think that I would call him and He would be so 'Happy' to Hear my voice?

Of course not.

I should have expected this.

And so I stood there, Trying to call anyone on My contact list, to be sent to voice mail.

Is this how it feels, Not to have anyone to depend on? Not to have anyone to give you a hand? Not to have anyone to Hold you close and embrace you, Reminding you that everything will be okay?

Is that how it feels?

Because If it is,

It Hurts.

I want to go Home, But No body's Home.