A Harry Styles Imagine

You and Harry have been best friends for about 6 years already. He’s been by your side for like ever. He’s just so sweet but these past week, you feel like you actually have a bit feelings for him. But you didn’t want to tell him since it could break your friendship. He wouldn’t even like you cause he’s the cutest guy in the whole school. Those pretty, popular girls have a crush on him. You knew you had no hope. One day in school, you were asked to make this project, as partners, and Harry looked at you.

You winked at him giving him the signal as a yes. Harry is also your neighbor so when you both were about to do the project Harry went to your flat. You were in the backyard since the project needed ‘Man work’. “Hey.” He says. You turned your head to him and waved your hand. He comes to you and started to do the project. You were supposed to make a small wagon out of wood. “Can we move this whole thing outside? I think it’s better if we do it there.” Harry says. “Yeah sure.” Harry took all of the wood and went outside, and you took the pilox and the tools.

Your feelings start to pop up, and you became tense. His green eyes, his perfect big hands, his curls, his everything. All these times you just realize that your best friend was the perfect one. The one you can trust, the one that is always there for you. It was silent. You both were doing the work on the wagon when his hand touches yours. “Oh sorry.” He says when you start to blush. “It’s okay.” You smile and look away trying not to show him your red pink face. Harry was done and you were done coloring it. It was now perfect it just needs to be dried. “Harry help me carry this thing?” you said trying to lift it up. “Yeah.” “On the count of three we carry it together.” You said. “One, two, shit!” it started to rain hard, it was to late the wagon was broken. The colors all faded away but the wood was still fine.

“Ohh damn.” He says. “We can always paint that again.” He says laughing. The rain started harder your whole body is now wet, your clothes are soaked so are your shoes. Your hair was so wet. You looked at Harry. He was looking at you as you were looking at him. “What.” You said giggling. “Nothing.” It was still raining you and Harry standing in the middle of the road. “ What are we supposed to do now?” “We can always play.” He says. “Catch me if you can.” You said as you start to run along the streets with Harry chasing you. “I know you’re not going to catch me!” “Yes I am!” he starts to chase up. “Ahh!” you said as you slipped.

You felt a hand on your waist and one on your hand turning your face to look up. “Caught you.” He says. You start to blush again and he pulls you up. “You okay?” “Yeah, thanks.” It was silent, you could only hear the raindrops pouring down. You were looking at Harry’s eyes. He was looking at yours. “Is there any pro-“ he pulls your face closer to his and kisses you. The kiss got more passionate as he pulls away. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that.” He says smiling, his hands still on your cheeks. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that too.” You said not breaking eye contact. You pull him closer to you and you hugged him tight. “I know it’s to early but, I love you. It’s been years since I’ve been hiding my feelings for you.” You whispered in his ears. “I love you too.” ♥