Harry Styles One Shots

Memories (Requested)

For @lollieb545 sorry it took me so long

I wanna know guyssssss what grades are y'all in and when do you start school (if you havent already)? This is my last year and I need to try to enjoy it because I'm planning on joining the military soon.

And if you guys don't know, I'm in a JROTC (Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps) Program [Cadet Sergeant First Class Pinto in da house yo] at my school and I had to google how to spell "sergeant"

Pls dont tell on me its been a long summer k

P.S im writing this while at a wedding:')

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My hands shook as I stared at myself in my body mirror.

Okay, Y/n, just breathe. It's okay. It's not like you're finally seeing your best friend after he's been deployed for 2 and a half years.

Oh wait..

When the name Harry Styles comes to mind, I think of two green eyes and a strong heartbeat that I consider my home. I think of protection. I think of the only person who I never get bored of. The one who makes me cry tears of joy, the one who isn't afraid to scold me when I'm out of line. I think of the one who has been my side by birth, it seems.

I don't think of the way my heart pounds in my chest when he says my name. I ignore the warmth and the butterflies that gives me goosebumps when he hugs me. I don't think about the way he casually drapes his arm around my shoulder and entwines our hands together as if it's the most natural thing to do. I push away the burning happiness that erupts within me when I see he sent me a letter in the mail.

I ignore my undying love for the sake of his happiness because when he walked into my apartment 3 months before his deployment and announced his new girlfriend, it felt as if everything had come crashing down.

Even feeling the sickening dread in my stomach when he brought her up, even giving him advice when they fought, even watching him kiss her as if it was the last kiss he'd ever get before leaving.. Not even then did I get down on my knees and scream how badly I was in love with him.

I couldn't.

He was my best friend. We've been friends all of my life, we've never discussed feelings between each other. How was I even sure that he'd feel the same way? I wasn't. And I couldn't bring myself to risk the embarrassment if he were to say he didn't feel the same.

So I held it in. I bottled it up. He left and I thought that it would be the last of my feelings. That he'll take my heart with him wherever he was being deployed to so that I couldn't feel it break every night I couldn't talk to him. No, instead he left it behind. It's like he wanted me to suffer.

It's been 84 years since-

I shook my head, ridding my dramatic thoughts.

Calm down, 3 years isn't that long.

Sure as hell felt that long..

I picked up my phone that was currently charging, checking the time. Harry wanted to meet at a tree. Not any tree, it was one that held lots of memories. The drill sergeants refused to allow anyone other than parents to pick up soldiers when they landed at the airport, therefore I wasn't allowed to meet him as soon as he got back.