HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

A little help, a little love HS

It was requesteeedddd I am so happy:)) THANK YOU SO MUCH @LE_POTATO_LOVER I really hope you like it and if not, be honest about it, I will try and write another. Kissy, Nica xx 

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Ok let's go, its not proofread but I feel like ya guys know...I mean its me. I never proofread:)

The smell of green tea and cookies hit my nose when I opened the door to the Shangri-La studios. Harry must be really upset with the song...green tea and cookies had always counted as a distressing sort of ritual, Harry and I had practised when one of us was seriously stressed out. Though, we had not been able to sit down for tea and talk in a while, due each of our jobs. Being a singer and songrwriter and traveling around the globe had been both of our dreams since little, but now actually living that life had made us drift apart inevitably.
Harry and I had met way back in first grade, when I moved in just next to his house. I had been the new one for quite a while, not immediately hitting it off with Harry. Not that we disliked each other, more because he had his friends and he was a boy and I was new and a girl. That was why, apart from both of us being in the state of utter disgust about the other sex, we had seen no business in talking to each other. I had then quickly found my own people and so we coexisted for quite a while, before we both discovered our shared passion for music and especially, for Fleetwood Mac. That was in maybe sixth grade...we were eleven that time. From that moment on, we had suddenly spent several afternoons together, talking about music and listening to different kinds. When Harry had joined the school band White Eskimo, he had started to teach me how to play guitar and I had taught myself how to play bass. I remember being quite butthurt when one of his friends and former bandmember "Joshie" refused to let me join the band, even though they were indeed short of a bass player. Just a few years later, Harry had auditioned for the X-Factor...and the rest was probably written down in historybooks. For me however, had started a rather difficult time as I struggled to find something that I would enjoy doing for living. This frustrating phase of my life had resulted in me writing songs about it and uploading them on YouTube – from where I got soon discovered by the record label Colombia Records. Maybe, and I still haven't gotten clarity over it, Harry helped with that a little bit. But he refused to say something about it, to this very day. Whilst he had then toured with One Direction, I had started to produce my own music and also write. I learned several different instruments during that time, adding the piano and keyboard, drum kit and even a little tiny bit of violin to the bass and guitar. During that whole time, when my career finally took off completely and Harry's seemed to rise out of sight, he and I had remained close friends. Not the closest of friends, due already mentioned schedule, but as close as possible. However, now that Harry went solo for quite a while we had seen each other a bit more often – albeit that ended when he went on tour again. Though, we had a show together, London I believe it was. For both of our fans that hadn't been too much of a surprise since it was widely known that we were good friends.

And now he already was at his second album and for that, he had called me. Sounding close to devastated on the phone, he had confessed that he couldn't manage to finish a single song, and that he was even further from writing a new one. So I had decided to pay him a visit in the famous Shangri-La studios where he was recording his album at the moment. And there I was, slipping out of my shoes and taking off my pair of Sunglasses I had out on because of paparazzi that had unfortunately gotten wind from my visit in the states. Harry had left the gate and door open for me to just walk in, promising that he would be alone in the studio so I wouldn't have to feel awkward when walking in. "Harry?" I called out. Hearing how the faint melody of someone playing guitar stopped. "Princess? Is that you?" I grinned at the pet name and walked towards the direction I meant it came from. "It is. Where are you?" in this second, the door almost behind me got ripped open and I jumped slightly. "There you are...how's the world's favourite curly doing?" he grinned softly before wrapping his arms around me. "Terrible. I can't write music anymore, I am a failure and I don't deserve to be here." I laughed into the fabric of his shirt, enjoying the warmth of his hug. "Bullshit m'love. I am sure we can fix this." He just hummed, staying in the embrace for a little longer, before then stepping away. "Gods know how I've missed ye..." he said, and the small, dimply smile he gave me, stole a beat of my heart. "Missed you too Harry. A lot. We should drink tea more often." I said with a smirk, looking up at him. He hummed in agreement before softly nudging me inside the studio. I let my eyes wander over the variety of instruments and the huge control-panel. "In-fucking-sane." I said with a grin and he laughed. "I know right? And despite all of this..." he dramatically pointed at the equipment, "am I not able to produce anything that is anyhow acceptable and I am ashamed." I laughed and walked over to him, just to wrap my arms around his waist one more time. "Don't be. Where is the problem? Or shall we first do the tea part...?" he gave me a soft pout and nodded, carefully dragging me to the little couch area in the corner of the studio. Someone – Harry – had set up a large tea pot of steaming green tea and a jar of still warm cookies next to it. He dropped down on the couch, immediately pouring some of the tea into two tea cups. I sat down on a fluffy chair on the other side of the table, giving him a thankful smile. "Thank you H. How've you been apart from the writing?" he shrugged slyly, pouring himself a cup of tea. "The thingy with Camille, but I told you about that..." I pulled a face. "Yeah that was nasty. Anything going on apart from that, of which I don't know?" he shrugged, before shaking his head slowly. "I have really just been writing songs and making music ever since. Which is why this whole damn...thing is so frustrating." I could only chuckle, carefully placing the cup down. "Then let's not sulk around any longer. I can't drink a proper tea with a man in a fuss." he got up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me a few inches off the ground. "As you command my lady. What do you want to do first?" I yelped at him lifting me up, not really liking the loss of control I experienced at them moment. "I'd start with you letting me down, you annoying asshole. Then, show me a few of your songs you have already written and produced." Harry obeyed, quickly pressing a kiss on my cheeks before walking over to the computers. "First one is called Fine Line. I think you will like it, it's a very...raw song, kinda. You will understand. Ready?" I nodded quickly, sitting down on the chair in front of the control panel.