Harry Styles #imagines.

#Imagine. Part 2.

You went to the guest room in the tour bus and took my suitcase, starting to fill your clothes and other stuff in. Tears were running all over your face, when, suddenly, you heard the door was opened. You swiped your tears and you turned around to face the person that had entered seconds before, wishing that he or she wasn't Harry.

"Hey, (Y/N), what are you doing here? The guys are trying to find you." Lou said. Thanks god.

"Oh, huh, I-I'm just..." You started to talk but she shut you up when she looked at you on the eyes.

"Have you been crying?" She asked you.

You didn't know what to say. Must you say that you had been crying because of Harry's new relationship? Or must you just lie to her?

You didn't know what to do and you looked away.

"What's wrong, my dear?" She asked again, getting closer to you. You couldn't help it and started crying again. You had a terrible heartache and you couldn't hide it any more. "Oh, no, no, sweety,..." She said, hugging you. "What's wrong? You can tell me anything, you know?"

"Don't tell anybody Lou, anybody." You begged her.

"I won't. Tell me."

"It's Harry."

"Harry?" You nodded. "What about him?"

You looked both sides and you assured that nobody was around. You closed the tour bus door and you kept talking. You explained her every single detail about your friendship with Harry and how you had been feeling.

"Oh my god, (Y/N). You're the strongest person I've ever met. How have you supported all Harry's relationships with all his girlfriends without saying anything?" She asked you surprised.

"If I'm honest to you, I don't know. I guess that I wasn't that in love, but now, I am. And it's the worst feeling ever. I love to be his best friend, but I don't think I can handle more relationships. I hate seeing him hurt after." You explained to her.

"I understand you. I guess that if I were you, I will leave to. But, first of all, have you talked with him?"

"No, I just heard something behind the door and I left."

"I strongly believe you should talk with him and..."

"I'm not going to be the fool again. I'm tired of it. If he wants to talk to me, I'll be here for fifteen minutes. Then, I'll call a taxi and I'll leave." You said to her and you kept packing everything.

"Alright. At least, give me a very tight hug. C'mon." She said opening her arms.

You accepted the hug, and after that, Lou left the tour bus. You called the taxi station and you asked for one. After that, you asked for a plane ticket, just a single ticket.

[...]

After all your luggage was ready, you took a paper and you wrote the explanation why you were leaving. You just lied, and you wrote that you were feeling a bit homesick, and that that was your reason for leaving. You got out the tour bus, and the taxi was outside already, waiting for me. There was nobody except the yellow taxi. You felt a little bit more depressed.

"Hello, darling, let me help you with all this." The old man said, helping you with your suitcases. After that, you entered on the taxi.

"Where are we going?" The old taxi driver asked you, with a very strong American accent.

"To the airport, please." You answered and the taxi driver started driving.

After the twenty minutes trip, you arrived to the airport and, after you had paid the nice taxi driver, he left, and you entered to the big building.

8 hours later you arrived to England. Finally you were at home. Actually, you didn't lie when you wrote you felt a bit homesick, it was true. You missed your home, your friends. Friends. Harry. You already missed him. Would he even had noticed that you had left? You didn't think so, he would be really busy with his new girlfriend. You felt your heart brake again. Falling in love was a big bullshit.

It was very in the morning yet, so you called your mom, and after an hour waiting for her, she appeared on the Heathrow airport, with a big smile on her face. She had missed you so much too.

"Hello sweet pea! How've you been in America?" She greeted you, hugging you tightly.

"It was good, mom."

"What's wrong sweety? Are you OK?" She asked, holding your head with both of her hands.

"Yeah, I'm great."

"Are you sure?" She asked you again. You didn't want to answer again to that question, but your mom didn't know anything, so you breathed again.

"I'm very sure." You tried to smile as much as you could. You knew your mom didn't believe it, but she just nodded and you both got into the car.

Your mom asked you millions of questions about America, and you tried to answer to all of them, eventhought you weren't feeling very comfortable. You mom noticed it and stopped asking them. You supposed she knew that something had happened over there, but she kept in silence.

When you arrived home, you told your mom you were very tired because of the long flight and you went directly to your bed and you laid down. You couldn't stop thinking about Harry. You only thought about him forgetting you. You were a bit cruel with yourself. That's how you were. You rather feel the pain in the moment and forget about it once you had overcame it, than think that he is very worried about your quick left and in the end, its not how you thought it supposed to be.

You cried, all the morning. You didn't even got up for having lunch. You felt like shit. Your mom left for doing the grocery and you heard the door was shut. You were alone, so you got up and went to the kitchen for a snack. You took an apple, but after thinking it better you left the apple on its place and you opened the refrigerator. You localized the big chocolate ice cream tub and you took it. You took a spoon too and you sat on the couch watching a horror movie that was televized while you ate the ice cream. You didn't like horror movies, you hated them actually, but you didn't care. You weren't paying attention. You were just thinking about... Harry. Of course.

After you had eaten the half chocolate ice cream tub, you heard the doorbell rang. 'Mom forgot the keys. Great.' You thought. You got up form the couch and you opened the door.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Part 3????