Harry Styles Imagines

(71) - let me be yours

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(Listen to 'If I Could Fly' by One Direction, on repeat, for a better experience. :))

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"Have you ever thought of marriage?", Harry slowly asked as they both layed on Olivia's bed.
Olivia looked at him from the corner of her eye and smiled lightly, shaking her head.

"No?", Harry wanted to make sure, feeling slightly disappointed.
"Why not?"
"That's a weird question towards your best friend, Harold.", she chuckled and the curly headed boy smiled a little.

"Before I met you, I was a very closed person.
I didn't like to talk to anyone or to even be with someone in general.
I didn't have friends.", her eyes were on the white ceiling.

"Actually I had one friend or two, but they ended stabbing me in the back. Both at the same time.", Olivia looked blankly at the spot, and then started smiling a little.
"What do they say? Two stones, one bird?", Harry's eyebrows furrowed and chuckled.

"It's actually "One stone, two birds" which doesn't make sense in your situation.", he started laughing.

"Oh.", as she realised her mistake, the girl repeated the sound that escaped the curly headed boy's mouth.

Not the same sound was produced, but the laughter, together, made a complete new one.

"Anyways.", Olivia clapped her hands, for him to shut his pretty mouth.
His lips closed, but remained into a small smile, that was only caused by her and by her silly actions.

"I have never wanted to marry someone, because I've never found anyone that is able to deal with my mood swings and coldness and other stupid stuff.", her eyebrows furrowed and her gaze shifted to Harry's.

"Until I met you.", Olivia whispered.
"Harry Edward Styles, the only guy who took the risk to even approach me.", green met brown and the colours melted together like chocolate and butter into a warm pot.

"You approached me, Harry. You approached the girl who thought, wanted to stay alone for the rest of her life...", she looked at his beautiful pink lips, that almost seemed to beg to be kissed.

"Did it change? Do you want to get married one day, angel?", a new nickname was used, for such a moment that the two of them never lived at the same time, for such a new experience.

"I don't know if there are other people like you, on this earth.", Harry's heart broke once more.
"Let me be yours, Olivia.", he sat up.
"Let me love you and let care of you like nobody ever has..." Olivia sat up and looked at the beautiful man in front of her, who was opening his heart only for the girl he craved being in the presence of.

"I love every little thing about you.
Even you're temper. You're not playing dumb like some girls outside.
You don't want to be treated like the girls there.
You want to be treated in the way that I treat you..."

"In the best way...", Olivia whispered.
"How can you possibly love me, Harry? I'm everything that you don't want. I'm the worst human being a-and you deserve so much better, baby.", the girl with tears in her eyes fought the urge to place her hand on the handsome man's cheek in front of her.

"N-No I can't do t-this...", she stood up.
"I love you, Olivia. Don't tell me that I ruined everything.", Harry stood up and followed her.
"Why are you so selfish all the time?!", Olivia screamed at his face, as her back met the cold, white wall.

"I love you. You are you! And that's what I love about you!
You're independent and so carefree...
Everytime I look into your eyes I just want to kiss you.
I want to take care of you, because you're so fragile in the inside, baby...", Harry's hand went up and down her arm, gently, hoping she'll understand.

"Let me be yours. Be mine.", his eyes met hers and once again, the colours melted and formed one. A beautiful colour: the colour of love.
The love between them that was formed so long ago, and was buried at the bottom of their souls, because of the couple's insicurities and doubts.
The love that right now was on the tip of their tongues, waited to be finally declared.
The love that might ruin everything that was built during their time together.

"Olivia...", Olivia's gaze was now on the shirt she teased him of, and that now looked so different under her brown eyes.
Her index touching his bottom lip, his eyes following her every move.
Olivia's heart placed her hand on his cheek and the other hand moved to his jaw.
Both of their eyes were settled on their lips, both souls craved to feel the feeling that was shared the time their eyes met for the first time.

Harry's face grew closer to hers and everything around them just stopped.
No noises around the house and no birds singing outside, because Harry's and Olivia's soul made them silent for their ears.

Olivia was scared, but decided to let her heart and soul speak for once; their lips met.
They moved against each other slowly and lovingly.
Their souls connected and let the fireworks in their tummy explode in love.

Harry's one hand cupped her left soft cheek while the other was gently placed on her right hip.
Their kiss was going to break in a few seconds and both of them weren't ready for the confrontation, so, they let their souls speak for them.

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Happy #Harry'sFriday !
I really hope that you're all surviving the school beginnings and that you don't freak out! Lol.

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Quick Questions:

1.) What did you like about the chapter?

1a.) Why?

2.) What would you do, if you were in a similar situation?

3.) How would you react in this situation?

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Thank you for giving your time to my story!

I love you,
belle. Xx

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Written the 31st of August 2018.