Harry Styles Imagines

01 ~ Used?

If you noticed that I didn't hashtag this imagine with the name of the boy the imagine is about, well, then you're clever, I guess. Anyways, reason why I did (well, didn't) do it is, because I'm going to write Harry Imagines, and only ones about Harry. I figured that it's easier for me to write about Harry due to an unknown reason. So yeah. BUT, if you want me to write about another boy, I could manage that, too. Just inbox me or do whatever that shit is called. (And just for you to know; it was pretttttyyy hard to choose a pic for the cover ;p)

That's the start of the 'Official-Harry-Imagines' {that's why it's named 01 ~ used}

Now, go on and read the imagine!

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(Y/N)'s POV

Ever wondered what it would be like to be best friends with Harry Styles? Let me tell you one thing; it is amazing. We know each other for years now, I actually lost count, and we're inseparable. Well, we used to be inseparable. Ever since Harry got a girlfriend (I actually hate to admit it) things got different between the two of us. We don't spend as much time together as we used to do, and things are just...different. It's not like we don't talk to each other anymore at all, it's just gotten weird.

It probably wouldn't affect me that bad if it weren't for my stupid feelings for Harry. I mean, what was to expect? When a girl and a boy are best friends and spend a lot of time together, it only comes naturally that one of them falls for the other one. And sadly, this one was me. I fell for my best friend. And I'm not talking about a crush anymore. You could for sure say that I love Harry. And that's everything but good.

It's all Tiffany's fault. If it weren't for Tiffany I wouldn't be hurting so bad. It hurts so fucking much to watch her and Harry in the hallways of school, sucking each other's faces off, acting all lovey-dovey. Or having Harry tell her that she's the most beautiful girl in the world. Or how much she means to him. I'm glad I haven't witnessed how he tells her that he loves her. I guess I wouldn't be able to take that. And the worst part is, I have a strange feeling that something bad's gonna happen. I mean, I totally can't stand her. I just know that she's going to hurt Harry. She's just an attention seeker. Attention slut.

But now, let's forget all the worries, because Harry's coming over in a few for our Friday movie night. Best friends Friday movie night. Though things between us changed a little, I guess Harry kinda knows that I don't like Tiffany, we're still having a movie night every Friday. And that leads to a sleepover. So, now I'm preparing some snacks, transforming the couch into a sea of pillows and blankets and picking out some movies.

I change into my pjs and lay down on the couch, waiting for Harry's arrival. 5 minutes soon turn into 25, 25 turn into 50 minutes. 50 minutes turn into 1 hour and a half and before I know it, my eyes drop and I fall into a deep slumber.

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"(Y/N), wake up." The deep and raspy voice speaks and shakes my shoulders gently.

I flutter my eyes open, letting them adjust to the brightness of the light. At first my sight's a little bit blurred, but it doesn't take long and I can make out my surroundings.

"What? I thought...I..." Saying that I'm confused would be an understatement.

"It's okay, (Y/N). Everything's alright." Harry offers me a soft smile, but he looks a little bit concerned.

"What happened?" I ask, my voice laced with sleep, my eyelids and my head feel heavy.

"You feel asleep, love. C'mon. Let's get you upstairs." He holds his hand out, waiting for me to take it.

"Too sleepy." I mumble and stretch my hands out like a small toddler, hoping that Harry would get the hint.

"C'mere, baby." He wraps his arms around my waist and bends down to lift me off the floor. I lazily swing my legs around his waist, wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder. He tightens his grip around me, an arm under my thighs securing my body weight and he walks upstairs.