♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

Love the way you lie.

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At the beginning of our relationship, our love for each other was unconditional. It was magical. I remember how much people would get jealous of our relationship because it was unique in such a way that it always left people awe-struck.

On the First page of our story, the future seemed so bright. I could picture being with him till I leave this world. He was my lover, my best friend, my Boyfriend, and my other arm.

I Loved him so much that it hurt sometimes, I couldn't stand to be away from his presence. He always made me feel the safest. He was what I'd call, Home.

Years passed and our love just grew stronger, we Felt so powerful together, like nothing can ever come in our way. I gave him my All, and he gave me his.

We were unstoppable.

Were.

And as I layed beside the monster, I thought about how much we changed. How much this world can do to a person is Shocking. If you saw us three years ago from now, you'd never think this is us now.

I Got up, walking over to the washroom and closing the door behind me. My reflection horrified me, The bruises scattered across my body were Plain Ugly. Disgusting even. My pale eyes were blank, Puffy and blood-shot.

I sobbed as I looked at myself in the mirror, or what actually used to be me. When did I become such a mess? I used to be anything but.

I heard the door opening, but I didn't bother looking at him. Because when I look at him, all I see is the flash of memories from when we were so Fu.cked up.

We were perfect.

"I'm sorry Baby, I'm sorry that I pushed you into the coffee table last night." He Rasped, looking at me with those beautiful green eyes that used to make me fall even more every time I looked into them.

I simply nodded. It was the usual, Him apologising, Then trying to touch me so I can scream at him not to touch me, me running out of the room and him following me like a lost puppy.

And Here you go, we start Hitting each other yet again. Screaming, cursing, Yelling at each other.

Yes, This is what we've become. Two psychopaths, but we both know that no matter how many knives we put into each others backs that we've always got each other backs.

You ever love some body so much that you swear you'll never Hit them or Hurt them in any way, Would get that warm Fuzzy feeling when you're with them, getting chills..

Used to get them.

Now you just feel Fu.cking sick, looking at them.

"Come get back in bed, Baby." He whispers, stepping closer to me.

"Fu.ck off." I snapped, Pushing passed him and walking out of the washroom, not knowing where I'm going. But it was all just too much, I feel like I'm  suffocating whenever I'm standing beside him.

"Don't Fu.cking walk away, Hazel!" He yells, Running after me and Taking my wrists in his Hands.

I started Hitting his chest and kicking him, and that's when he finally had enough, throwing me on the wall and inching closer. I glared at him, Not making any attempts of escaping because it's practically useless.

"I Fu.cking love you." He breathed out, before crashing his lips into my own. I grabbed his Face, Harshly kissing him back.

Our love is crazy, we're nuts. But We both refuse counselling.

I Hugged him close, pressing my forehead against his and Heavily breathing from the Kiss. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I whispered against his lips,

"I Fu.cking love you too."

And Just like that, I reconnected our lips, knowing that tomorrow is going to be the same. But I couldn't see myself doing it any other way.