HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Boys AI

Hiiiiiii. this isn't a Harry one shot actually I am sorry. It's not even 1D, its more like...Bestfriend!Ashton Irwin from 5sos. But I was in a mood lately and this is actually based on true events. So no romance. I am sorry, Harry will come next I promise...I just felt like posting this :) 

"I don't know exactly what goes through your mind when deciding to finally peel your limp body out of your comfy sheets, go through the usually long, self-esteem-damaging process of "getting ready", find an outfit you would feel comfortable but not underdressed in and then leave for a party. Let me be honest, I mostly think: at least let it be worth all this. And then maybe something like; maybe I'll meet someone. "Someone" carefully and fully on purpose undefined because you don't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed. But "someone" secretly being a guy, optionally a boyfriend even, but just maybe. However, now you are at that party, ready to meet new people and you take a look around. You see many people; some you think are pretty in your eyes some aren't. But that's okay, that's only natural. So then after a time, when you have met a few girls you get along with, you spot the "someone". And your friends somehow knew about him and all that bullshit and tell you the teeniest bit of bloody information alright? And he, on top of that, seems to be interested, keep that in mind." I stopped for a second, taking a gulp of my water. The few ice cubes clicked softly against the glass when I placed it back down. "Alright. Now, you chat with him, all friendly funny business, you develop a sort of insider joke. It's funny and you think wow, it isn't all that difficult to talk to boys, amazing. Eventually, you also had a few, and I don't want to say advantageously but it does help." A giggle fell from my bestfriends lips, but I decided to just keep going. "I will again be honest, I was a bit...inebriated if I may say so and if you would want to take me as an example. However, maybe you flirt for a while, and it really all goes well, so well that you would've started to become suspicious, since it was you after all. Continuing, because you're bloody sloshed, you don't suspect anything, even though if you would've just listened closely you could've totally heard fate snigger." I earned an amused hum from Ashton for that, picking up my glass again. "Further on, one of your new friends disappears with a guy and it's okay for you but not for her friend whom you also are friends with now. That, because the other girl actually does have a guy eventually. But she isn't sure. So you go get her, and you sit down with the girls outside the club to have a chat. Because its important that she still has a good night and so on. During that amount of time, you selflessly neglect your guy. Not that he is your guy in reality, but you secretly might have planned on making him your guy." After a big gulp I placed my glass back down again, the ice now almost completely molten. "Suddenly, that bloke walks out, raising a single hand at you as an obvious goodbye. And you sit here, startled and a bit dumbfounded because what the fuck is he leaving already. Quick note; it was hardly midnight, the clock stroke twelve maybe two minutes ago. So you get up, approach him and ask, why in the love of Jesus effing Christ he's leaving already. His response; well. He hasn't been blessed with the best of experience with women." And annoyed frown settled on my face. "I mean what kind of excuse is that? I haven't only met them good guys as well, but do you see me acting like an antisocial scaredy-cat? Nope sir, because I am not so superficial, and you shouldn't be as well because I am not "women". Also, have I mentioned that my friends told me, that he was total slag, like a fuckboy freshly bred. Best experience with women my fucking ass. However, back to my example; you then are still a bit startled because he slips that he has been cheated on and all that godforsaken crap. And in your woozy, naturally kind-hearted state you are in, you do feel sorry and possibly even apologise for being so bold. Also, because you don't want him to think bad of you, he is very attractive after all and you have not given up your hopes just yet." A grin had now settled on Ash's lips, as he leaned back with his drink, the attention still fully with me. "Then he says something like; but it was nice to meet you, and asks you to say your name again, and you do so. Naturally you do ask him the same thing...and you maybe forgot the name already." I added with a frown, desperately trying to remember. "Something with F and it sounded French or such. Don't know, not important anyways. Just like his existence." At that, Ashton laughed out loud, but wisely keeping quiet. "Yeah you just laugh...however, he then throws that bad line; we'll see each other again yeah? At you, and you might think cool. But how for the love of fuck, since you don't have anything except for a name. So the thing you do then is, you scrap all of your...I don't know confidence from off the bottom of your rotten self and ask, if he wants to at least give you his snapchat." Ash let out a whistle but I waved him off. "I'm not done yet. So you ask. And he just ignores your question somehow, cant really remember how. The whole time he's walking away from you backwards, I guess towards the busstation and you have to follow him like damn mongrel...however. You end up leaving it be and sprinting back to your friends telling them what happened. Because they "know" him, they know his Instagram, so you decide to follow him. But he is on private mode so you got to send a request. Done with a few clicks, in approximately ten seconds. So now he is gone, you feel disappointment bubbling up, because fuck." Ash nodded slowly, looking up at me since I got up impatiently from his couch. "Sounds fun?" he said in a more or less questioning manner and I shot him a dark look. "Buzz off twat, the best part's only coming." Ash rose an eyebrow, leaning back expectantly again. "Next morning you go and check your Instagram, somehow curious if he accepted your request and what do you see? He fucking declined it! This bloody wanker skipped my music, stole my attention and wasted my fucking time, four hours of it!" Ashton broke out in a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his drink. "Comedy at its finest, certificated gold. Platinum even. Oh Jesus Christ. And that all has obviously not happened to you, you just purposely told it like it did right?" I huffed annoyed, dropping down again. "Never, as if stuff like this would ever happen to me. I mean, I totally understand mankind, its just that you cant fucking use any of them." Ash giggled, a dopey grin on his face. "Come again?" I rolled my eyes. "I said, that you cant fucking use any of you gentlemen. Men are so disappointing, like get a grip on yourselves honestly." Ash grinned, nudging me with his foot. "Haven't you just said that he should stop being superficial because of one woman?" he teased and I gave him an angry glare. "Cheating and just generally being national disappointments is something else. I slowly start to believe that you guys are just born with that twat-gene. It's almost not your fault. It's probably the Y-chromosome, would explain why women aren't like you guys." Ash shot me an amused grin. "I don't know if I would surprise you saying that the explanation why men and women aren't the same accurately is rooted in our genes. To be specific, it's even a matter of just those two chromosome, the X-chromosome and the Y-chromosome." I groaned annoyed, aiming a pillow at his head. I missed, but the message was clear. "Smart-alecky dimwit, get off my back. I need emotional support because of member belonging to your sex has wasted my time and, in addition to that, ruined your all's reputation." Ash just hummed amused. "Is that so." I nodded, pouting bolshie. "Then I suggest, you listen to Ariana Grande's Thank u Next and some Beyoncé, maybe also Rihanna. They'll support your idea of men being trash immediately I am sure." I flicked him off immediately, even though he had brought up a good idea. "I am kidding sweetheart. I know men can be idiots, but so can you females." I couldn't help but throw him a derisive look "Yes, males and females can be difficult at times." I mocked him and he just shot me a lopsided grin. "Now you get off my back, annoying brat. But you are over him?" I shrugged. "I mean, I was never actively involved with him, so I guess?" he nodded softly. "Venting felt good?" I nodded quickly. "Always does. Thanks bud." He smiled warmly at me. "Everything for my best friend. Mind if I quickly call Kaitlin..." as he saw my face he immediately rolled his eyes. "Oh your little girlfriend huh? Young Irwin's a little whipped?" giving me the finger he got up and grabbed his phone. "Shut up. I'm right back you bitter prick." I laughed sitting up again. "I am not bitter, I am happy for you Ash. Further more, I don't have any problems with taken people or relationships. The problems I have, start when selfish and inconsiderate assholes rub in the fact that they have someone, and start gushing about them. When I, as a admittedly slowly bitter, but independent single person, couldn't give a shit or two." Ash grinned at me, shaking his head slightly. "I love you, you madwoman. Also, I am sure you'll find your guy and we can do all those disgustingly cute things best friends do when they both are in relationships." I scrunched my nose. "Like what? Double-dates? In this case, I'd rather stay single Irwin, and no get lost you need to call your babygirl or whatever. Our ice ream is melting and our friends-day is not over yet. So you better hurry your red-dyed, slicked back visage up." I responded harshly but with a loving lilt to it. "On my way, woman. Love you, don't eat my ice ream." I just huffed, waving him off quickly. "Love you too, you ashy bitch." I then almost choked on my water when I saw his expression at my words. He grinned and shook his head, pressing his phone against his ear.   

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