Harry Styles Imagines

05 ~ Madame Tussauds

"Oh, come on, (Y/N). You have to stop moping around. That won't do you any good." Jenna, my best friend, tells me.

"No." I answer her stubbornly and cross my arms in front of my chest.

"Stop being such an immature child." She laughs. "Just because he's on tour doesn't mean that it's the end of the world."

"Yes, it does." I pout.

"I know you miss him, but Harry wouldn't want you to never leave the house again." She sits down next to me on the couch. "Now, get up and get dressed, I have something planned to get your mind off of you-know-who." She instructs and points at the stairs.

I huff and run upstairs. I change my clothes, brush my teeth, do my make up and put my hair up into a messy bun. I walk downstairs and join Jenna in the hallway. 

"Where are we going?" I question her and put on my black converse.

"Madame Tussauds." She smiles and winks.

"You can't be serious." I groan.

"What? I thought that would be a great idea." She defends herself.

"A good idea? You do know that there are wax figures of One Direction." I raise my eyebrows.

"Yeah, I know." She shrugs.

"Let's put it this way; you do know that there is a Harry made of wax." 

"But, come on. It won't be that bad." 

"No. Let's go and watch a movie or something." I grab my phone and keys and head towards the front door.

"No!" She yells, startling me. "I mean, we need to go there. They added some new figures and I want to see them. Please, please, please. Fuck, we need to go there." She rambles.

"You're lucky I love you." I sigh and leave the house, Jenna following behind me.

"Thank god." I think I hear her say, but I'm not sure.

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"God, (Y/N). Don't be like this." Jenna groans and tugs at my arm.

"I don't want to go in there." You see, to get to the new figures you have to go through this room. And the problem is, One Direction's wax figures are in there.

"You don't have to look at them." She rolls her eyes. "Fuck, we're late." She mumbles.

"What?" 

"Oh, nothing." She smiles at me.

Eventually, I give in, but close my eyes while we walk past 'Harry and the lads'.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Jenna says and I can hear the smile in her voice.

I open my eyes and give her a puzzled look as if to ask why she's so happy. She just shakes her head and drags me further down the hallway.

"Ready to see your surprise?" She wiggles her eyebrows. What surprise?

"Ta-da!" She smiles widely and and steps into the next room. 

At first I smile, but the smile soon falls when I see who, or more like what's in the room. 

"Ta...da? Do you really hate me that much?" I look at her and point at yet another wax figure of Harry.

"(Y/N)." She sighs. "I just wanted to cheer you up. And besides, wearing one of his sweaters won't do you any good either."

"Well, thanks." I reply sarcastically and roll my eyes. "Why've they made another one?"

"Guess because he's famous." She shrugs. 

I look at the wax figure of Harry. It's wearing one of Harry's signature black  shirts and black skinny jeans. They even got the tattoos right. The hair looks exactly like Harry's, very curly and fluffy. The wax figure is sitting in a red chair and the scene looks like the one where Harry and the boys were giving an interview because of their film 'This Is Us'.

"Great. Can we go now?"

"No, we have to take a picture and post it on Twitter." She pushes me towards 'Harry' and takes her phone out. "Come on, now. Sit down next to him." She urges with a wide smile.

"Okay, okay." I put my hands up in mock defense.

I sigh and sit down, leaning closer to the figure. I smile and am mentally counting how long it will take me to break down in tears.

"All done." She says and I stand up to look at the pic. 

Our backs are turned to the wax figure as we scan through the few pictures she has taken.

"Is it only me or is Harry smiling wider in the picture as in real life?" I asks confused.

"I guess that's only you." 

I humm and take out my phone as well, posting the pic on Twitter.

(Y/T/N): Miss you @Harry_Styles, but I already found someone else to keep me company. #MadameTussauds. (; x.

"That okay?" I show Jenna my tweet and she nods in approval. I post it and seconds afterwards I hear a quiet beeping sound. I furrow my eyebrows and look at my friend to find her smiling widely once again. Suddenly, my phone starts ringing. Harry.

"Harry!" I basically yell into the phone. "I love you." Is the first thing that I want to tell him. "How ya doin?" 

"Well, I would do a lot better if you would give me a kiss." I hear him say, but it doesn't sound as if he's on the phone. It sounds as if he's right next to-.

"Harry?" I turn around and squeal as I see the 'wax figure' holding a phone and smiling widely at me, both dimples showing. I drop my phone and run to him, swinging my arms around his neck, taking a seat on his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my hair.

"Hi, baby." He greets me with this goddamn deep voice of his and kisses my temple.

"How did you get here? How did you know...?" I question and look up at him, trying to resist the urge to kiss him.

"Jenna told me how much you were missing me. The lads and I got 2 weeks off and instead of simply just coming home, Jenna and I worked something out." He confesses.

I look at Jenna, my mouth standing open, not knowing what to do or say.

"Surprise!" She laughs.

"Can I get that kiss now, love?" Harry speaks up and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

I turn to look at him again. He puts one of his hands on my cheek, rubbing small circles with his thumb. He leans in, me doing the same, our foreheads are already touching. He smiles softly at me and I return the smile. Our lips are finally touching, moving in sync. The kiss is soft, full of passion and love. We both pull away. Harry pecks my lips one last time before he presses a kiss to my forehead, pulling me closer to him.

"I love you, too, by the way." He mumbles and I grin.

"Ahem." Someone clears their throat. "I'm still here." Jenna says and Harry and I burst out laughing, but not caring about whether she's here or not, whether we are in London or on Mars. We are in our own little bubble.

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I don't know what Madame Tussauds looks like so yeah...

love you x