Random Imagines

Harry Styles

I'v been here, in LA for five months and two weeks and in the time I had met up with an old friend, started dating that old friend and then gotten engaged to said old friend. 

Before you jump ahead of yourself you should know a few things about him. 

1st: his name is Harry, and he is 24 years old. I am the same age as he his. Only a couple month younger.

2nd: I met Harry when I was 7 years old and I moved onto the same street as he and his family and I became fast friends with him and his sister.

3rd: His older sister is my best friend.

4th: Harry was in a very big boyband and when he went touring around the world we lost our way, I used to have a huge crush on him and when he left I told me he felt the same but then he got to busy to deal with a relationship so we broke up. It was mutual, we just didn't have time with each other. After that we only spoke when he visited his family and even then we didn't say much. 

Jump to about seven and a half months ago when I found my boyfriend in bed with my mum, which is not surprising she was always a dick and she was never home. She was always out partying, drinking spending the weekend high of her tits with some junkie who was looking to sleep with her. She shacked up with my boyfriend, in my house, then kicked me out. She then began dating my Ex and I moved in with Gemma until a found a new place.

Not long after that I got an opportunity to spend six months in the states, LA to be exact, working on my Photography. I packed everything I needed, said goodbye to Anne and Gemma and took off to LA. 

Two weeks in and I was happy to be away from my bitch of a mother and Ex, but I missed my family with Gemma and Anne so I did the only thing I could think of at the time. Call Harry. 

We met up for coffee and then became really good friends again until I began feeling things for him again and I began to distance my self. Harry noticed and wouldn't let me go until I told him what was going on. I told him and next thing you know we're dating.

The last night Harry and I got talking and some how, I don't remember exactly, he asked me to marry him and I said yes, we decided to just do it, without our family because if we did they would talk us out of it and we didn't want to be turn apart by people who didn't quite understand. So here we are, Harry and I, stood out side of the city hall, waiting nervously, for our names to me called.

I sat there, my hand in his, feeling like I was about to throw up, me knee bouncing up and down and I watched as people walked past. Before we had even woken up properly, Harry and I were out the house and shopping, for everything we would need. I bought a nice white skater dress and a pair of blue converse...because I swore I wasn't getting married in anything BUT converse. I had on a necklace my dad had bought me when I was 12, before he died and I also had on a bracelet I had borrowed from Gemma a while ago. 

So I had something Old, Something new, something borrowed and something blue. Next stop was a jewellery shop, where we bought a couple silver rings and Harry insisted on buying me an engagement ring that matched.

We then headed home where we changed and then headed back out, this time to the city hall where Harry had managed to book us and appointment to get married.

"Hey, you OK?" Harry asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up into his big green eyes and somehow I felt all my nerves wash away. I smiled and nodded, leaning up and kissing his lips.

"I'm about to marry you, I'm so much better than OK." I told him as I pulled away. 

"So, you're not having second thoughts?" He asked. I saw worry and panic flash behind his eyes and I shook my head.