HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Jealousy and Kisses HS

Whatever that thing here is (disgusted frown) also, I don't actively hate Kendall. I maybe upload again, because I kinda don't want to end 2019 with this. - Nica

I hardly got jealous at former girlfriends of Harry. Mostly because I wasn't looking at them as possible threats or competition anymore. I always told myself, that if he would still love her, he wouldn't be with me. This kind of honesty had been the only condition I had had for our relationship – and he had promised to guarantee it, if I would too. So there was no real reason for me to be jealous right now, not really however. Also, it was the wrong place and time for my stingy jealousy. I should concentrate on not tripping over the steps and pose for the seemingly endless row of cameras set up. Especially with a rather expressive face like mine, I should focus on keeping my expressions in check. But I just couldn't get myself to the point of cold lack of interest, and by now, even an one-eyed and short-sighted mice would probably catch on to those death glares I threw at her slim back. Which was funny, because according to my outfit, I rather looked like a, with gold showered, angel sent from the heavens. Alessandro really had done a brilliant job with my Met-Gala outfit this year: it was a long, waist-accentuating gown in metallic shimmering gold fabric. It was skilfully layered and cut in a mermaid style, means that it opened up at the bottom to flow like liquid gold over the steps. The upper part was covered by something that seemed like a winged bolero but was attached to the dress. A trail of gild feathers cascaded over my lower back and down my spine. The skin-coloured net giving off the illusion of single feathers being attached to my bare skin, giving the whole look something of a celestial touch. Along with the make-up (simple gold eye shadow and a highlighter that was blended out from cheekbones to browbone and only a hydrating balm on the lips) Alessandro himself had called me his most celestial creation ever. When I had entered the backstage room to get pictures done, I had then met Harry for the first time in his Met-Gala outfit. It was the first time I had seen Harry in the sheer black pussybow shirt and high-waisted, flowy black trousers and I had had troubles with closing my mouth again. The pearl earring and the heeled black patent leather boots seemed like the icing to cake. He looked perfect, little details like the painted nails and the rings only added up to this image. "Look at you." He had murmured softly, stepping closer to me. "Fucking beautiful ye are. Like an angel." He had said, almost whispered and my gold had reflected in his green eyes. "Says you, as in Mr Harry Styles." I had only managed to answer, feeling flustered by his compliments and this loving look he kept giving me. "Well' I might say, that you do outshine me this time, darling. Quite literally." He had chuckled, and dipped down for a quick kiss. Alessandro had quickly positioned himself in front of the camera that had followed me around to cover the quick exchange of love. The rest of the team exchanged a bunch of knowing smirks, before continuing with the preparations as if nothing had happened. Because to the public eye, nothing had happened. Because in order to keep the relationship as unproblematic as possible, we had agreed on keeping it a secret. So in case it wouldn't work out, we'd know, that it was on us and that we not just got torn apart by something else...or something like that. Which is also why we weren't attending the Met Gala together. There had already been a few pictures of us, blurry, but it had obviously drawn attention to us. To not fuel the fire, we now went separately. Harry would arrive around ten minutes before me, so at least two people would make their appearance between us. It had worked perfectly, Harry had quickly kissed me goodbye right before he would enter the lift and off he went. He made his appearance with Alessandro, I made my appearance on my very own. So far it had went down very well, I had managed not to trip, keep my face in check and not fangirl too much over Celiné Dion for example, until I saw her. Kendall Jenner in a flaming orange gown with a high feathery crest and gelled back hair, just approaching Harry and Alessandro. Alessandro greeted her with a hug and a smile before getting distracted by a camera, and turning away to pose in his extravagant self. Harry however greeted her with a bright smile, a hug and immediately started to chat with her. Kendall stared up at him in possible admiration, a deep, bright smile on her face, her eyes twinkling in joy. Harry, who seemed incredibly font of her being here, had a toothy grin on his face as well, exposing not one, but two of his dimples. The cameras went off faster and brighter than before, and it only increased when Harry rose his hand and laid it on her arm. And that was, when the jealousy kicked in. I felt myself tense up slightly when I heard her pearly laugh at something Harry had said and supressed the urge to snap around to them. After all, I shouldn't act like it bothered me, I wouldn't react at all – because if I did, our cover blew. "Over here! Give us that look again!" I looked up, a bit taken aback and looked at the wall of cameras that clicked in front of me. That look...? I heard Kendall laugh again, louder than before, and something in me snapped. I never felt so jealous and powerless before. The click of the cameras in front of me increased again...that tense and angry look seemed to be the one I was asked for. I felt how someone softly touched my arm, the clicking increasing again. I expected it to be Harry, so my stare stayed ice cold as I snapped around – but it was only Alessandro. He jerked back at my glare, giving me a slightly confused look. "It's just me, beautiful. No need to stare at me like this!" he said with a smile and I dropped my snarky façade and sighed. "I am sorry Alessandro. I didn't meant to...stare you off." He only chuckled, placing his hand around my waist and posed like it was nothing. "Then who was it for?" I didn't answer right away and kept looking over to the cameras. "Hm?" he nudged me softly and I sighed, faintly nodding up stairs where Harry and Kendall were still chatting. Alessandro gave me a knowing smile. "Jealousy is a hard emotion." He said softly, in his Italian accent. "I know." I pushed out, looking at the ground again. "I can't help it today. I don't know why." Alessandro nodded understandingly. "Well, he looks wonderful." I nodded again, stealing a glance at Harry. "She does too. And he obviously saw that." Alessandro laughed out loud, making Harry look over to us. I met his eyes but didn't smile back. A soft frown settled on his face after that, but I just pretended I wouldn't see it. "My wonderful girl, you are literally glowing golden! Golden! And you look magnificent, no match!" I hid a smile as I looked at him, softly shaking my head. "Thank you Alessandro." He just nodded. "He loves you. He truly does. You do not have to worry about something like that, you know." I shrugged, looking down again. "I hope so. I love him." Alessandro pecked my cheek quickly, giving me an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "By the way, Vogue asked if we, as in you, Harry and I could quickly go and meet Liza for a quick, five-minute interview." I rose my eyebrows. "The three of us?" he nodded. "Harry will be coming in a second." I nodded again, looking down the carpet. It was filled with A-list celebrities from all over the world by now, everyone trying to outshine the other with extravagance and originality. "Harry! There you are again..." I heard Alessandro call out and I clenched my jaw. This was about to be so much fun. "Had fun with Kendall?" I asked snarky as I felt Harry step next to me and we greeted us - just for the cameras - with a hug. His response was a low chuckle and an amused smirk. "Why'd you ask?" I only huffed, leaning over to Alessandro. Harry laughed out loud, crossing his hands behind his back. "Liza is now ready." Jesse, my manager, called softly and the three of us walked up to the petit woman on the stool. "Good evening everybody!" she greeted us excitedly, her ponytail wiping softly. „Hello there Love." I answered, giving her a soft smile. "I feel so blessed right now." she exclaimed dramatically, causing us all to laugh. "I am in the presence of Mr Alessandro Michele, Mr Harry Styles and a literal angel sent from Heaven." I giggled softly, blowing a kiss at her. Liza was really sweet and managed to lift my tense mood a bit. "What does camp mean to you?" she asked Harry, and I bit my lip. On one hand I now wanted to give him not a single look and ignore him coldly, on the other hand, would it look really rude for the camera. I decided to just look down at the ground and only look up sometimes. "Uhm...I think it's about enjoyment. And it's about fun...no judgement. I think it's having fun with fashion, because fashion is supposed to be fun." Liza nodded agreeing "Yeah and it's who you are." Harry nodded. "Alright, do what are you wearing and what was the inspiration behind your look?" she then asked me and I looked up. "I am wearing Gucci as well, a beautiful creation by Alessandro once again. And well, the inspiration...I don't actually know. I just told him that I would like to have gold in the look...I think we archived that." Liza laughed. "That you did. Would you say that you are expressing yourself as an angel for this year's Met Gala." I nodded swiftly. "Sure." "And the serious death stare is part of the look?" Harry snapped up, an utterly amused smirk on his lips. "Yeah...avenging angel." I mumbled overwhelmed and felt Harry's eyes on me. And they stayed there for the rest of the interview, even when Alessandro spoke he just quickly looked over before focusing back on me. I did my best to give him no attention at all and give him a special kind of silent treatment. "Thank you so much, have a nice Gala!" Liza said with a bright smile and I tried my best to smile back before storming off. Someone grabbed my hand almost immediately, hindering me from running off. I wasn't too surprised to see Harry look down at me, a deep frown on his face. Though, I meant to catch a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "What's the matter?" he asked softly, stopping in the middle of the carpet. I struggled with words, feeling embarrassed about my jealousy but still...anger. Anger, because he would flirt with her like this, in front of everyone. "Is it because of Kendall?" he asked then, the amused twitch of his lips not going unnoticed. "You can stop being cocky about it right fucking now!" I hissed tense when he chuckled softly. "So you were..." he never finished the sentence, because someone softly tapped his shoulders. Harry let go of my hand to turn around to a fiery orange feather something, accompanied by someone else in violet and silver. Kendall and Kylie, and I had to bite back any sort of commentary. "Hi Harry I just thought you hadn't met my sister today, of have you? The two of you haven't seen each other in ages so it seems." Kendall chirped happily and I gulped. "Well, it's true. Hello there Kylie, how have you been?" Harry immediately greeted politely, going in for a quick hug. "Fine! Yourself?" he nodded quickly, eyes flickering over to me. Only now did they seem to notice me, too. Kylie greeted me immediately with a warm smile, which I straightaway returned...Kendall, however, decided to go in for a hug. I let her get to me, always careful not to let my displeasure show in any form. After all, she was being very polite – I just was jealous. "How have you been?" Kendall asked me with a smile and I forced a polite grin on my face before answering. "Oh, good. Yeah I've been well. And you? How's the modelling going?" Harry next to me chuckled amused, giving me an entertained smirk. "Harry and I just talked about it earlier. I will walk Victoria Secret next year again." She said with a bright smile. "Speaking of, you will come and watch me, right Harry?" I closed my eyes quickly, before looking at him. "Sure, can do that if you insist." He said friendly, giving her a dimply smile. . He couldn't be serious right now, could he? It's not that I...wasn't happy for her being able to walk the VS runway, but asking Harry as suggestive as she did and Harry saying yes right in front of me...pissed me off to say the least. "I will go and get myself drinks and search for Alessandro." I pressed out quickly, giving a thin-lipped smile into the group before turning around and walking away. It was for the better if I just walked, I wasn't exactly keen on becoming openly rude now. "Just a second please Kendall...sweetheart..." I was about five steps away when Harry called out softly, following me and grabbing my waist. He stopped and pulled me closer towards him, so that I would stand right in front of him. The amused glint was still in his eyes and I hated it. "Look at you being so jealous the whole time..." he teased softly and I huffed, stepping a step away from him. "Well, it's not like I could say anything!" I hissed and he grinned. "Because...?" "Because nobody knows that we're a thing, if you still want to be by the way. You can also just go with Kendall, I'll be fine..." Harry cut me off by pressing his lips on mine, making the whole carpet-section quiet down, before seemingly every camera in the tent started to face us. "Well. What do you think? Do I want to still date you?" he whispered against my lips after parting. "Don't know. Kiss me again then maybe I figure." He chuckled only, before pressing his lips on mine again.