Harry Styles Imagines

(49) - giselle

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Based Off A True Experience:

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Are you sure you wanna put these jeans on? Remember the size of your thighs.

Giselle continued reminding her, as Olivia put the dark green jeans on her bed.

You'll be able to wear them once you'll be at the weight we both want.

Olivia nodded at her words and opened her wardrobe and took the black ones, folding the green ones and placing them back at their place.

Good girl.

Olivia smiled.

The phone started to ring and Giselle frowned and started thinking about the words she'd suggest to Olivia.

Don't answer. She'll want you to eat again.

"But it's Gemma.", said Olivia looking at the name on her screen.
The girl ignored Giselle's words and answered the call.

"Good afternoon, Ollie!", Gemma smiled at the other side, while looking at her younger brother.
"Hi Gemma.", Olivia responded and Giselle rolled her eyes.

"I wondered if you're still up for the late lunch we planned last Friday.", she questioned.

Be cold for once. Say no.

"I would like you to meet my brother, Harry. He recently returned from America and he wanted to meet you.", Gemma added as Olivia was about to politely decline.

The girl wondered what Harry wanted from a human like herself.
Did Gemma mention her in one of their conversations?

"I-I don't k-know-"
"Please Oliviaaa! He's been dying to finally meet you. My talks aren't enough.", Gemma laughed.

She's joking. Don't take her seriously. He'll laugh once he sees you.

"Get ready. We Styles don't accept no's. We'll pick you up in half an hour. Love you."

Giselle sighed.
All black and don't you dare to touch any food.

Olivia sighed and looked for the prettiest black shirt she had.

The black t-shirt you have and then the oversized black Adidas cardigan will be fine.

Giselle suggested and Olivia reached for the items and got ready.

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"Olivia, hi!", Gemma exclaimed too excitedly as she looked at Olivia from the rearview mirror.
At the seat next to Gemma, sat a man with long, brown and curly hair.
It was probably the most beautiful person she had ever seen.

"My name's Harry.", the man turned as much as he can and extended his hand out for Olivia to take.

Quickly.
Giselle knew he will cause trouble.

She shook it and noticed that they were soft and warm.

"We planned to go to an italian restaurant, since you're italian. We wanted you to be comfortable.", Gemma laughed and her brother chuckled, while Olivia found it even hard to smile.

You live in England since 2015.
How the fuck can you feel uncomfortable after almost four years?

"I know.", Olivia mumbled slightly.
"Pardon?", the words caught Gemma's ears, and Olivia shook her head instantly.
"Nothing.", came out of her mouth.

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"Good afternoon! Would you like to order?", a waiter approached their table with a smile painted on his face.

Pick the salad. It's cheap and at the same time it doesn't have many calories, which we'll lose while walking home.

"Yes. I would like a Pizza Margherita and a large Coke, please.", the waiter nodded and wrote the order down.

How can she eat so much and not gain a single thing? She's a damn toothpick.
Olivia found herself agreeing with Giselle's words.

One more reason to not eat.

"What about you, sir?"
"I'd like a pasta al pesto and a glass of water will be fine, please.", Harry told the waiter and once again, Olivia discovered another noticeable thing about him.
His voice was deep and slow, as if he carefully thought of the words while letting them out of his lips.

The waiter smiled and turned towards Olivia.

Anxiety is definitely not your friend.

"I-I'd like the s-simple salad o-on the m-menu p-please.", Gemma frowned at her words and since Harry never met the girl before, he couldn't be suspicious. Still, the boy couldn't deny the sadness he felt deep in his chest.

"Anything to drink?", the waiter suddendly laughed and Olivia shook her head.
"Good. I'll be back.", he chuckled and went away.

Another chuckle escaped Gemma's lips and suddendly everyone in the hall started laughing loudly.
Couples were pointing at the girl while laughing and throwing comments here and there and-

"Olivia, are you okay, love?", Harry's hand was placed on Olivia's shoulder and suddendly all the voices in her head stopped, surprisingly enough, Giselle's too.

Olivia nodded. She couldn't be not okay.

"I-I'm fine. Where's G-Gemma?", the hand on her shoulder didn't feel heavy like it usually would.
"She went to the bathroom two minutes ago. Are you sure you're okay though?", Olivia nodded once again and Harry's hand moved away from her cold shoulder.

Nothing lasts forever. Remember this, my love.

The waiter made his way towards the two of them and placed the food in front of them.

"Have a nice meal.", Olivia heard another snicker coming from his lips and Harry started quietly eating.

Olivia wondered why Harry didn't say anything about his rudeness.

That's because he also laughed at you.

"Hi guys- uhh, the food's here. I'm starving.", Gemma laughed while sitting down.

Ha.

They ate in an overrated silence - that for the Styles' family was very appreciated.

Around Olivia, the voices got louder filling her empty yet so thunderous mind.

After a while, Giselle's voice became a light whisper and Harry's arms became serpents around Olivia's small body, giving Giselle no chance to escape from Olivia's mind.

As Giselle mentioned, nothing lasts forever, the voice left her head disappearing with a whisper.

Giselle knew he was trouble.

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Written the 10th and 11th of November 2018.