One Direction Imagines

Love You For You (Harry Styles)

okay so i was imagining what it was like to be on tour and all the insecurities the boys have to deal with on a daily basis and i kinda started crying then wrote this and yeah... i wanna be there for harry ya feel me?? or at least know there is someone out there that has his best interests at heart...

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You are currently on tour with your boyfriend, Harry Styles, who happens to sing in One Direction. You’ve been going strong for a couple of months now and things were going great. The other boys love having you around and you get along really well with all of them. Most of the fans are also really supportive of your relationship, despite the fact that you and Harry keep it really private.

One night before a show, you walk into the dressing room and see Harry sitting on the couch staring at his phone, a frown on his face.

You gingerly sit down next to him, tucking your feet under you and lean against his shoulder.

“Hey love,” you greet him and kiss him on the cheek, but he just grunts at you, barely acknowledging your existence.

You lean further in and see he's scrolling through Twitter, and you immediately know he's read something about you and him that has upset him.

You sigh and gently pry the phone from his grasp, wondering why on earth he does this to himself, reading all the hate.

"What's wrong, babe? What happened?" you ask him, a little concerned.

He stays quiet for a while before blurting out, "Are you just with me because I'm famous and have money?"

You had had this argument before but you had learned that every now and again Harry just needs to be reminded that he is loved and treasured and that there is someone that cares about the real him.

You sigh again as you choose your words carefully. "I'm not in love with you, Harry Styles, One Direction heartthrob. I'm in love with just Harry, the sweet dork that fucks me senseless and then brings me tea and cuddles with me. That sends me silly selfies and random messages at 3 in the morning just because he misses me and wants me to know he’s thinking me. That sneaks into my room at night just to hold me close to his chest and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. That I can have a huge row with and 10 minutes later, we’re laughing like nothing happened. That still makes me mix CDs with cheesy love songs on. That still cries when he misses home. That's the Harry I love. I couldn't give a fuck about you being rich and famous because that doesn't define who you are. I love you for you, you idiot. And if you don’t know that by now, I don’t even know what I’m doing here." You make as if to get up off the couch and walk away.

As you were talking though, the frown vanished and a smile had replaced it.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap. You smiled back at him, straddling his legs and clasping your hands behind his neck.

"What did I ever do to deserve you," he whispered as he placed feather light kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“Nothing. That’s the point. I just love you because I do. It’s as simple as that,” you whisper back as finally connect your lips with his.

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