HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Mother Nature and The Notebook II HS

Pt. 2! Kinda excited for that one...thx for reading, vote if you like:) also, I actually planned on uploading tomorrow buuuut bc ADORE YOU will be out then, and I thought maybe I can write something inspired by it....I upload it now. ok thats it for today, see you maybe tomorrow <333 - nica 

"Harry are you coming?" I yelled through our shared flat, dumping the cup of old tea from the afternoon in the sink. Then I carefully inspected my appearance in the mirror we had placed in the hallway. Since it was rather chill outside, I had decided to go for long trousers and a tightfitting top. The frat party was just a few blocks away from the one we lived in so we went by foot. If we then finally would go, since Harry was taking hours in the bathroom. I grabbed my coat and slipped into the fuzzy warmth of it. I then also grabbed the jacket Harry has told me he'd wear. I couldn't fight the urge to press my face into the soft fabric. It smelled like vanilla andalongside maybe jasmine, musk and sandalwood from the perfume he was always wearing. It's hazy, indescribable, and a weird sort of attractive how he smelt. Like everything about him was attractive so was his smell. 

And I really hated him for that.

 "Coming sweetheart, coming." Harry called back in that second, making me snap out of my haze. He now had become used to almost only call me sweetheart since that evening we watched the notebook. It wasn't that I didn't liked being called that, especially by him. It was only that I felt myself growing almost too comfortable around him. Almost as if he'd be my boyfriend and that was certainly not the case. As far as I knew wasn't he seeing someone in particular, but since his love life was blurry and difficult to catch on to for outsiders I didn't knew what exactly was going on. I was only sure that it was varied and he was perfectly fine being occupied with other girls instead of having a girlfriend. "A penny for your thoughts?" Harry's voice ripped me out of my thoughts about his love life and my lack of. Very embarrassing, so my cheeks heated up accordingly. "Oh nothing important...let's leave yeah? I wanna get there as soon as possible. The sooner the less drugs in the soft drinks." I said with a smile, trying to tip toe about the topic. Harry grinned, grabbing his jacket to put it on. "Soft drinks? You don't intend to drink tonight?" he then asked, one eyebrow risen sceptically. "I never said that. I just don't want to mix vodka with coke and crack. Come on now." Harry broke out into a loud laugh, opening the door for me. "In this case...let's go."

The frat was stuffed as Harry and I finally got there. I slipped out of my coat to hang it over a pile of other jackets in the hallway, sighing softly when the warm air hit me. The second I turned to follow Harry through the hallway into the living space, a brown haired boy opened the door to a toilet and stepped out. "Hey there! Nice that you came!" he greeted us and I smiled happily at him. It was Zayn, a close friend of Harry and also frat-boss how he called himself. He was pretty much in charge of everything surrounding the frat house and living in it, also the one responsible for this party. "Ey man, how've you been?" Harry greeted, pulling the pretty brunet into a hug. In that moment a black haired girl emerged from the bathroom Zayn has just come from. She quickly brushed through her hair, avoiding eye contact with any of us before adjusting her skirt and storming off. "Hey Georgia...!" Zayn called out quickly, but she was already gone. Zayn turned back to Harry and me, a sly grin on his face. "She's really cute. And a good fu..." I slapped his arm and rolled my eyes. "Yeah we got it. Then try and get her back, you dumbass." Harry snorted, patting Zayn's back. "Yeah off yeh go Zany-Zayn. Getcha girl." He teased and I laughed, Zayn smirking smugly before saluting and hurrying off. "Zany-Zayn?" I asked amused and Harry shrugged. "First thing that came to my mind. Now let's get going sweetheart, I do not intend on standing around in the dusty hallway all the time." I nodded, quickly linking my arm with his before starting to walk towards the light up multifunctional living space. Zayn's frat house was located in an former fabric bay. So it basically was a huge, messy and stuffed loft and I loved being here. The best party's took place at this very loft, ninety-nine percent under Zayn's watch. Zayn or his frat brother Louis, who always was up for some dumb, preferably illegal shit. Additionally to that, was he Harry's closest friend and also the one who introduced us to each other. That means that me being hopelessly in love with my flat mate, was theoretically his fault.