HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Adore you HS I

ADORE YOU. I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. so I wrote something. something long, my apologies:) and it takes place in the 1920ties, bc I am a sucker for the fashion in the 20th century so why not...

Also, thanks for 2.1k  reads wtf I can't believe it???

"Excuse me Sir...could you please light my cigarette?" I asked politely, turning just slightly towards the broad man in black attire. I had seen him light another mans cigarette just seconds ago and since I had lost my fiancé in the mass of people in the crowded saloon and  wasn't in possession of a lighter, he was my only chance. I also knew that my behaviour maybe was on the brink to inappropriate but I really couldn't care less in the moment. I was bored out of my mind and smoking (even though I did despise it) would occupy my mind. Besides, I wasn't surprised about my bore, no, I actually expected to be feeling this way tonight. I always did when Richard, my fiancé, lugged me to one of those high society meetings. They always took place in one of the elite clubs somewhere in the streets of New York. It basically was a gathering of New York's finest, newest and most popular millionaires. Or billionaires, there were a few of those as well. The whole evening would be spent in a nicely light room, gathered around classy, with white tablecloth covered high tables, drinking expensive champagne and chatting. Majorly the men were talking, mostly about finances, currencies and the latest happenings on the stock market. Their wives or fiancé's on the other hand mostly gossiped about stuff that just happened, not really able to engage in conversation with the men. They wouldn't let us, most of the time. New York's elite was mind-numbing in certain points, especially for the female part. At least they let us look pretty. And that we did, pretty much every woman in this room glowed. Not only from charisma, admittedly, it was mostly the diamonds and pearls that glowed and sparkled in the light. The gowns mostly ended below the knee, only a few women had decided to go full-length. It was a wild whirl of lightweight and colourful, sometimes sheer mesh and heavier fabrics, silky shimmering velvet, silk and furs. There were dresses with subtle lining, therefore sleek and dresses with more or less no particular shape not clinging at the body at all. Most of the dresses had a sweetheart bodice with the significant deceiving neckline-cuts to add a high neck. I wasn't standing out in my dress, since I wore a dress exactly like the latter. My neckline was decked out with delicate set of black beads, that gleamed softly in the light. Cap sleeves and a sultry V-back completed the smooth and classy silhouette of my black sequin fringe dress. The part I liked the most, was that it had a dazzling array of black sequins cascading down to the tiered fringe scalloped hemline. I as well had decided to wear one of the headbands that were solely reserved for the evenings. They were encrusted with beads (in my case), crystals or a feather, always matching the attire of the woman. Some women in this room had also decided to go for the all-over bead accessory, called Juliet cap. It was basically draping long beads or pearls around the bobbed hairstyle. Few women also went for a simple crystal or tortoiseshell hair comb to one side of the pinned up hair. So yes, the whole glamorized, glittering vibe that filled this room had something grotesquely beautiful but it was, no matter how many different drinks and foods they served, incredibly boring. And that wouldn't change a cigarette, it would only make it less boring for maybe fifteen or less minutes. 

I snapped out of my thoughts, focusing on the man I had approached for lighting up my cigarette (which was sticking in a pathetically expensive, long stem cigarette holder made of amber). He had turned around immediately, his eyes quickly scanning over my face. "Pardon me milady, if you could repeat yourself..." he apologized with a small smile before his eyes fell on my still unlight cigarette. "Oh, I understand. Apologies." He already said, searching with his hands through his pockets. I had wanted to reassure him that there was nothing he would have to apologize for, but I couldn't muster a single smart sentence. Because he was of such mesmerising beauty I couldn't believe I had never seen him before. Especially his eyes...shades of a pale emerald mixed with shamrock green and specks of amber, a thin rim of cedar right around the pupil that was bounded by a prominent circle of almost clear lime green. Never in my life had I seen such beautiful eyes. I blinked quickly, trying to escape my in amaze drunken thoughts. "Thank you. And nothing to apologize for, really." I managed to say, giving him a small smile. He seemed to be alone, at least I couldn't spot a woman at his side. Which wasn't a clear indicator for him being here alone, I mean I wasn't spending my time at my fiancé's side either. "I think we haven't been properly introduced, what I think is a shame." The man suddenly spoke up and I realised that he had quickly turned back to the table to place his glass down so he could introduce himself properly. I tilted my head softly, taking a quick pull from my cigarette before nodding. "I don't think so either. And yes, it absolutely is." A small smile spread on his lips as he grabbed my free hand to bring it up to his lips. "I am glad we share the same opinion on that. If I may introduce myself...Harry Styles, very please to meet you." I couldn't help but smirk at him, returning his gesture with a kind nod before introducing myself as well. "The pleasure is on my side." His gaze fell back on my hand where he carefully examined the not so subtle diamond ring. "I am not married, only engaged." I couldn't hide the slightly unhappy lilt that mixed itself in my voice. "That sounded very pleased." Harry chuckled, carefully brushing over the diamond with his thumb. "Oh I am." I quickly lied, my eyes searching over the crowd for my fiancé. "I am sure." Harry said with a unreadable expression, but I meant to catch a slightly sarcastic manner. I rose my eyebrows at him and drew my hand from his – it was quite rude after all. "You are? Interesting. If you would now excuse me..." I said, more or less shortcut, turning away from him. What a waste of good genes rude people were. Harry almost immediately leaped towards me to grab my hand. "No please, I am very sorry...I was rash. I didn't meant that, I promise." I stopped, turning around slowly. "Apology accepted." I said almost reluctantly. Lucky him that he had eyes you couldn't not forgive him. He let out a released breath. "I am more than glad." He said softly, a boyish smirk on his lips. "Your accent..." I started, stepping back towards his table. "English. I just moved to New York four month ago. But British through and through. Which is why I miss my tea and scones." He added in a slightly winy manner and I giggled. "You must be suffering." I teased, taking another pull of my cigarette. "I absolutely am. You don't even know how it is waking up to no proper breakfast tea. I had to import it from my hometown." I grinned amused, exhaling the smoke from through my lips. "Then what brought you here? Oil stockings, banking system...?" he watched attentively how the bluish smoke softly grazed over my lips before disappearing into nothing before answering. "Oh nothing like that. I got lucky with shares in steel and railroads. I review that as pretty stable sources of income, especially railroads. I expect them to develop in even larger dimensions, having a worldwide connection maybe, somewhere in the hazy future." I nodded slowly. "I agree, that could happen. Or humankind finds something else." He nodded swiftly, taking another gulp from his drink. "May I ask with whom you are here tonight? I suspect your fiancé?" I snorted amused. "I am. How about you?" Harry scratched his neck. "No one. I came here on request of an old friend of mine." I rose my eyebrows expectantly. "I don't know if you know him, Daniel Guggenheim is his name." I wordlessly took a pull of my cigarette. Of course I knew him, Richard had often enough ranted about him during dinner. Either that or talked with a sense of high esteem about Daniels father Meyer Guggenheim. He had been something of a mining mogul, and had according to my fiancé vowed to make each of his sons a multimillionaire, a feat which he more than accomplished. His eldest son Daniel now kept crossing paths with Richard, seemingly hindering him from getting as much money off his stocks as he'd have liked. Richard had escribed him as short, quick, intense and a born general, very much to his dismay. He had told me that Guggenheim had taken the reins of the family company when his father died, but now had massive problems with the two youngest brothers Will and Ben Guggenheim. Allegedly they were accused by their elder siblings of being lazy and entitled, meanwhile they protested that they'd been left out of business operations. The feud was still going on and Richard said, that if it would continue like this, then the future of the million dollar company would suddenly be uncertain. "I do know him." I just said, not showing how much I actually knew. Harry rose his eyebrows surprised. "I am stunned. Many women aren't really familiar with those names." He said and I gave him a pointed look. "Well, if you always tell people that they are too stupid to even try, then maybe they wont. I just tend to not letting that influence me." Harry's lips twitched amused as he bowed his head. "I agree. So you are for the the 19th amendment I guess?" my head snapped up. The 19thamendment to the U.S. Constitution granted American women the right to vote, a right that was widely known as women's suffrage and was currently under adaption if even."Obviously I am. It's not like the right to vote should even stand up for discussion, but since it does, yes." Harry nodded again. "You certainly are not wrong." My eyebrows twitched. "But?" he just shrugged. "I wonder how many people in this room share this opinion." I looked around, eyes wandering over all those chattering people. "Do you?" I asked carefully, fearing his answer would repel me. "I do. Always have. My mother has raised me well enough." I nodded relived, gently tapping off the ash of the cigarette. "I am glad she did. Now, if you excuse me, I should probably find my fiancé. It was nice to meet you however." I said with a smile that he immediately returned. Even with dimple. "The pleasure's on my side!" he replied, pressing another kiss on my knuckles before I turned around and hurried off. 

I carefully twisted the glass of champagne between my fingers that Richard had given to me, only fifteen minutes ago. It now was empty and pretty much useless, just like me at this party. After I left Harry, I had found Richard almost immediately, talking with two other men. One of them was Mr Edward S. Harkness, a sleek, pale man in his forties with always gelled thin brown hair and square glasses. His wealth was largely thanks to an inheritance from his father, a key shareholder in Standard Oil, and his older brother Charles I had met before. I didn't particular liked Edward Harkness since he always looked at me and every other woman with such a lustre look I could throw up ever time. This time was no exception. The other man Richard was talking to, was Arthur Curtiss. He was known to me as a prolific railroad tycoon who owned one-seventh of all railroads in the US which was pretty damn much. He was a man who shied away from attention yet was a prominent and intrepid sailor (when I first heard that, I was close to not believing him a word), and a generous philanthropist with a forward looking social friendliness. He I liked, he was always respectful and well mannered, very unlikely Harkness. Harkness was also the reason why I decided not to stay longer and listen to their conversation, so I made my way over to broad stairs that lead onto a sort of indoors balcony you'd have a good view over everyone in the room. And there I stood, the empty glass on my hand, looking over the colourful masses. A few minutes before, I had spotted Harry in the crowd. He had been talking with a man and a woman, laughing his contagious smile as he listened to something the woman said. I couldn't help but notice how much people enjoyed being around him, just because he seemingly made it easy. Somehow Harry must have felt my eyes resting on him and he suddenly had looked up. As he caught my eye he softly rose his glass and sent me a smile I gladly returned, rising mine as well. Then I had looked away, trying not to get intrigued again by him. Which was easier said than done, since he made it easy to get intrigued, and he had attics of a natural Lothario. Naturally because not only his looks were exceptional, but his mannerism was flawlessly classy. I had to strangle my own trail of thoughts rapidly at that point, reminding myself that I was, in fact, engaged. And that to another man, if I liked it or not. So after maybe five minutes when my eyes wandered back to the spot where I had last seen him, he was gone. A small sigh left my lips as I continued my bored staring.