HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Cherryshment HS

Haven't updated in a bloody while huh. sorry bout that. Adore you pt3 is in production, I am sorry for taking so long, I've got a little bit of huge writers-block...so if you have ideas or request in the mean time,  PLEASE send them:) I hope you like this, i am not sure about it but let me know what u think. Oh and that one's a long shot...5,2k words. Woups. All the love, nica 

*not proofread*

"Sammy?" My head snapped up at the sound of my best friends voice, coming from somewhere in the hallway. So Tyler had called her over into the studios. My eyes flickered over to him, sitting innocently at his keyboard. He looked up, a smile on his lips. "Harry wanted her to listen to it." He explained, without me even asking. "I know. I don't want her to listen to it." His eyebrows shot up. "Why not?" I sighed, shaking my head. "It's literally a love song for his ex. Why would that be funny for her to listen?" Tyler shrugged. "I don't know, ask Harry. I think he just likes her around...she is very lovely after all." I nodded impatiently. "Yeah. He does like having her around. But still I don't see the use in showing her a track aimed at his ex! How's that supposed to make her feel?" Tyler gave me a confused look. "Maybe she feels sorry for him?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah sure. Or dumbfounded because..." I got interrupted by her knocking at the studio door. "Yep, in here." I sighed softly, watching the doorknob twist. "Hello there beautiful!" Tyler immediately greeted her. "Hi Tyler. Hi Sammy, how are you guys?" I couldn't help but smile at her, twirling my chair around to fully face her. "We're great, tired caus' we're comin' from a nightshift, but great. How have you been doing?" Tyler answered again, not giving me a chance to open my mouth. "Oh not much these days...getting warmer already, love that. Oh and, my neighbor bought a little pup. S' a cute little mini pinscher called Taz. Spent my last few days petting him." I chuckled amused, opening my arms for her to hug me. "Sounds enjoyable. More enjoyable than spending your hours with a whiny celeb in a recording boot." She laughed wrapping her arms around me. "Sure thing Sammy. Taz is way easier than Harry. Speaking off, where is that man?" she turned and looked towards the boot, as if she expected him to step out of it every second. "Getting iced coffee and breakfast for everyone with Mitch. Jeff's probably coming around in the afternoon if you stay till then. Dan, Kid, Pino, Michael, Spike and the rest aren't coming around till noon." I explained, amused how she seemed to already miss Harry. "Does that include me?" I nodded softly. "Don't think Harry would forget you." I said with a smirk and she nudged my side warningly. "That's wonderful. How's the song writing going?" she had always been quick to change topic if it was about her feelings. Even with me. "Very well. Which is why you're here by the way. Harry, Sammy and I just finished a song...and Harry wants your opinion about it." I threw Tyler an angry glare, on which he responded with a shrug. "Harry wants meto hear hissong and give my opinion about it?" she asked starstruck, staring stunned at Tyler. He just nodded, ignoring me rolling my eyes. "Yep. Explicitly said your name." I saw how her smile immediately deepened, a happy glow appearing in her eyes. "That's sweet..." she mumbled, dropping down on a free chair in the room. Before someone could say another word, Tyler's phone buzzed, making him jump slightly. "Harry and Mitch forgot the keys and someone closed the gates." He said after taking a quick look at his screen. "That was me! I'm sorry I didn't knew someone would follow me, so I closed it." Tyler just waved it off. "I'll get them. Back in a few." With that, he left the studio. 

"Does Harry really want to show me a song? A new one?" she immediately asked, innocent curiosity written all over her face. "Yeah...he does." I answered hesitantly. I wanted to add that it was a song about Camille, but seeing her happy face made the words die in my throat. She seemed too happy to just burst the bubble, but if I wouldn't do it, then Harry would – and that would be worse. "But it's...I don't know if you are going to like it." She tilted her head questioningly. "How's that? I pretty much like everything you produce and I like everything he produces, how would that song be any different?" I sighed softly "You know, he wasn't in a good place when he wrote it..." she just snorted. "Can't realistically be worse than the day he started to write that one really, really bloody sad song. Have you finished that song now, by the way?" I nodded quickly. "Yeah. We named it Falling...he can show you today as well. However what I wanted to say..." "Princess! You made it to the studios once again!" she snapped around, a warm smile spreading on her lips at the sight of Harry stepping through the door. He had two large cups iced coffee in one of his large hands and a paper bag in the other. At her sight he quickly placed them on a table standing near, so he could wrap her in a tight hug. Mitch threw me a heavy look over Harry's shoulder, a small smile playing around his lips. "Obviously I made it. How are you Harry?" she still had her arms around him as she peeked up at his face, eyeing him closely. "I'm fine love. Very glad you made it...how are you?" he said with a warm smile. His cheeks looked slightly tinted, but that could also be a result of the warm light in the studio. "I am wonderful. Excited for the song you wanted to show me." Harry returned her smile immediately, carefully stepping back from her. "Actually I wanted to show you two new songs and I really can't wait either." Well that was new. I only knew about Cherry, but since we changed up a few thing on Fine Line, he maybe wanted to show her that one. "Two? Oh wonderful!" Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around her. "Let's eat first, okay?" she nodded, eyeing the paper bag on the table curiously. "Bagels love. Oh and muffins." Harry explained, following her hungry eyes. Mitch walked over to me, dropping down on a chair next to mine. "Those two again." He mumbled quietly, a clearly amused ring to his tone. I nodded only, I knew what he meant. Since the two of them met, there had been an incredible amount of tension between them. They just worked very well with each other, giving off a relaxed, contagiously relaxing vibe. I had introduced them to each other about one and a half week after Harry's relationship with Camille ended. Harry had still been incredibly heartbroken over the whole story, grieving day after day. He had either spent his days in the studio working of sulking in his bed, not talking at all. That one day, he had felt just slightly better, so he'd called in a studio session at eight in the morning so I had to skip breakfast. I had then later on called her, asking nicely if she could bring some takeaway food, since the whole band was starving. And she sis, and she brought enough food for everyone in the studio which was approximately 7 people that time. I still remember clearly, how Harry had looked up from his leathery book as I entered the studio, carrying two bags of food and her behind me another two. His eyes had almost immediately found hers and they had only left her a few times since that day. It had started with subtle glances at her during lunch and then dinner, since I asked her to stay over. The next day she'd visited again, bring coffee this time. Harry had immediately started to smile softly, inviting her for lunch dinner and offering her to come around whenever she liked. From that day on, she sometimes visited even when I wasn't there (which was very seldom, though it surprised me when one day she was at the studio before I was). And every time she was here, Harry couldn't seem to either keep his hands to himself, or continue to write sad songs. The whole mood just shifted somehow and he switched to the production of Watermelon Sugar or Golden. Harry had started to smile more often and so had she. They were undeniably cute together and it was a shame that Harry still was so hung up about Camille. But the chemistry between the two of them was undoubtable. Mitch, who sat next to me and still watched them with an amused grin, had talked about them with me many times. The first time he'd touched on it with me, was when Harry laughed at something she said, and it was one of the few times we had heard him laugh like this since Camille. "So, about her. Your best friend really does it for Harry, doesn't she? Makes him smile, that sad lad." I had only nodded, agreeing with every word he said. It hadn't it didn't take her long to address it to me herself, only a few weeks after their very first meeting she approached me. It was during a glass of wine on her balcony around eleven thirty. She had asked me, if I knew much about Camille. I had to say no, since I knew not that much about her, and all I knew was probably easy to find on the internet. I couldn't really tell her about the break up, except for the fact that one drunken mistake on the side of Harry had ended the relationship. That he was more than broken over it, was something she had easily caught up on – even though he was so much happier around her. But the second she had asked me that, I had been confirmed in my assumption that she was crushing on the, admittedly and undoubtedly handsome man. And I was pretty sure that Harry somehow felt the same...he just wasn't ready for new love. And he still struggled with Camille, especially the fact that she had already moved on from him, in less than a month to be exact. "Alright, what do you guys want?" Harry asked expectantly, looking at me. "Muffin." I answered quickly, catching it last minute when he cheekily threw it at me. "Asshole." I mumbled under my breath, causing everyone to laugh. After everyone received their food, Harry almost nervously approached the recording station. "Okay, let me show you the song now...Tyler, can you quickly..." he asked a bit helpless, not knowing what buttons to press in his nervousness. Mitch carefully leaned over to me. "He wanna show her Cherry, doesn't he?" I nodded softly, a frown immediately appearing on my face. "To be honest with you...I don't think that's a great idea." He simply stated, not saying anything more. That was how Mitch was: Honest to the bone, but never saying more than what seemed necessary to him. "Agree." I mumbled back, knowing perfectly well that my and Mitch's disagreement with it wouldn't change a thing. "Alright...ready?" he asked, receiving an excited not. "Shoot. Wait, how long's it? Six minutes again?" Harry shook his head. "Nope. Exactly four minutes and twenty seconds." She rose her eyebrows. "Ah. Is that a reference to anything in particular?" Harry laughed softly, shaking his head. "Not intentionally. But you could read it as me feeling high when I think of the person I wrote the song about." She only nodded, a smile playing around her lips. "Alright. Play it Styles."The second she heard the first line, her face fell into a slight frown. The moment the bridge came along, her face was dead serious, a slight tinge of hurt flickering through her eyes. As Camille's voice memo sounded loud through the speakers, she looked up for the first time. He eyes met mine, an expression of pure shock displayed in them. She was hurt, greatly for all that matters. The audio ended, it was silent in the room. Harry had his eyes locked on her, leaning against the control desk with his arms crossed. "What do ye mean?" he asked into the silence of the room. Her eyes met mine again before she looked over at Harry. "It's...it's a great song Harry. It really is. Especially the, uh, second chorus was very beautiful." she answered, her voice laced with hurt and something I couldn't quite lay my finger on yet. "What do you thing of the voice memo in the end? Fits right in?" I saw how she squirmed lightly, feeling uncomfortably set up. "Sure. I don't understand what she is saying though..." Harry chuckled, shrugging lightly. "I was playing guitar and she took a phone call - and she was actually speaking in the key of the song. So I thought I'd take it. She approved of it, by the way." She nodded slightly, looking over at me quickly. "Yeah, fits. I didn't knew you still had contact with her like that." She added quietly, sounding curious but also hesitant. Harry, obvious to the discomfort the young woman was feeling when talking about Camille, just shrugged again. "We're friends. Great friends, I just wished we weren't." he sighed softly, looking up at her. "We called it Cherry by the way. You know, because Mon-cheri is this French expression...and the Cherry on top refers to an unexpected extra positive impact on something. Like...the ultimate best that could happen to my life..." he explained, but her devastated look stopped him. "Are you alright love?" he asked. She had gone a bit pale, now just looking at me. "Yeah...I think I need some fresh air or something...maybe low iron..." she stated softly, turning towards the door. "I'll be right back, I have some Feosol in my car I believe." She ushered before exiting the studios really quick. Harry threw me an insecure glimpse. "Is she alright?" I sighed softly, pushing myself from the wall. "I will check up on her." Was my only reply, walking past him. Just as I made it into the hallway, I heard how someone opened the door I had just closed behind me, hastily. Harry rushed towards me, suddenly grabbed my arm. "I hurt her with that, haven't I?" I rose an eyebrow. "With showing her the song?" Harry nodded. "I'm an idiot. I didn't wanted to rub it in that I and Camille...I just...I don't know. I am a twat alright, I will talk to her." I frowned softly. Even though he was right and he was a twat, him talking to her wouldn't make a difference. And since he was so obviously in love with Camille, he would probably make it worse with her. "Maybe you should've thought about that earlier, Harry. And there was literally no need for you to baffle her with your bullshit about the name of the song. She got it at mon-cheri." I don't know from where my sudden anger came, but there it was, burning in the pit of my stomach. Harry gave me an irritated look taking his hand of my arm. "I'm sorry. I...I didn't knew you'd get so...protective about her. I would've asked you." A humourless laugh escaped my lips. "She is my best friend Harry, almost like a little sister to me. I don't want her to get hurt. Wouldn't you either?" Harry lowered his eyes, his lower lips sucked in between his teeth. "I wouldn't, no. But I thought because she...she seems to understand me. And she really seems to care, so I thought I show her. I mean I still don't get how I hurt her with the song...I mean I do feel like I know, but I am not sure." I sighed softly, feeling the anger cool off. Harry was just the obvious man I got so used of being around. "I think you know, Harry. Now let me check up on her, okay? Don't worry about it." Harry nodded softly, his shoulders dropping. "I'm really sorry. I don't know why I did that." I patted his arm quickly, giving him an encouraging smile. "S'gonna be okay. I know you ain't a bad guy...just fairly dense at times, mate." He gave me an upset smirk, sighing frustrated. "Yeah...bloody fuck."