Garrett Hedlund Imagines

Harlan Wilson

Sorry this one is kinda short...

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"June must be really pretty..." I say to Harlan as he gazes out at the lake in front of us, fishing pole in hand.

He shrugs, "I guess. Definitely not as pretty as you though."

I laugh, "You think I'm pretty?"

He turns his head to look at me before focusing on the lake again. "Who wouldn't?"

I blush, he's always so blunt, but I try to play it cool. I lean back and smirk at him, "C'mon, I can't be prettier than June!"

He chuckles lightly, "You are though. Everything about you is better."

My eyes widen in surprise, "That can't be true, Harlan. You want to marry her. You shouldn't talk about your girlfriend like that!"

Harlan's expression darkens slightly, "I don't want to marry her, and I'm not going to. I broke up with her a while ago."

I sat up and stared at him. He had been planning on marrying this girl since the sixth grade. What made him change his mind? "What happened?" I asked.

"You happened." He said, reeling in his fishing line. The conversation was getting serious now. The confused expression on my face urged him to continue, "I'm not in love with June. I never have been. You made me realize that." He replied.

"Oh, well I'm happy I could bring you to such revelations, but how did I do that?" We had never really talked about the specifics of his relationship with June, so I didn't know how I could've helped him come to this conclusion.

"I've never been in love. I mean, I thought I was with June, but I just told myself that because I thought I needed to be. But after meeting you I know for a fact that I was never in love with her." He explains.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, another blush creeping onto my cheeks. I don't know what I'm going to do if he says what I think he's going to say.

"I mean, I'm in love with you, Y/N." Yep, there it is. I'm dead. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, definitely not June, so I know this has to be the real thing."

I sat there, frozen, for what seemed like forever. Harlan even waved a hand in front of my face. Then I burst into hysterical laughter.

It was true that I was in love with Harlan Wilson, I loved him the minute I met him, he was the sweetest man I had ever met, but I had planned on keeping my love for him a secret. I wasn't a good match for him. I wasn't religious, I got into trouble... Hell, I only moved to this town to try and turn my life around, be a better person. I was still in the process of that. The idea of Harlan loving me back was hilarious to me. "You are not in love with me, Harlan Wilson."

A hurt expression flashed across his face, before going back to it's calm state. "I am. And I fully intend on marrying you when I get back from my mission." He looked away shyly, "I mean, if you thought you could ever sort of, I don't know... love me?"

My expression softened. He was being truthful. I reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. "Harlan, I've always loved you."

His head shot up, "You have?"

I nodded, "Of course, who couldn't love you? You're handsome, smart, insanely sweet, and a million other great things. But I don't see how you could ever want to be with me. My life is a complete shit show right now."

"It's not a complete sh- err... crap show. I know it's been hard for you, but I believe that I could help you lead a better life. I know you're trying to turn your life around, but don't you think being with me would be helping you accomplish that?"

I'd never thought about it like that. "I-I guess you're right. You are a pretty good influence."

"So, will you marry me?" He asked.

"Can we wait until you get back from your mission?"

"Of course."

"Then yes. Definitely." I smiled.