HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

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HAAYYY i am back after twelve years and I am starting off with a angsty/jelly/lemon-esque-but-not-quite Imagine today bc I am (still) a hoe for jealous Harry/reader and yeah. also, I have a math-exam tomorrow and I am so screwed...still I decided to write this thing *chuckles nervously* Also, I feel like this is a bit more mature, though not smut or summat. and...NOT PROOFREAD. (surprise) 

Have a nice day/night - Nica xx

When Harry said, that his old friend Molly would be attending too and that he's looking forward to meet her, I imagined a cute maybe middle aged woman, maybe a bit chubby and with lovely red-pinched cheeks. Basically like Molly Weasley from Harry Potter that is, but can anyone blame me? I mean simply the name Molly sounded like something warm, cuddly and cute. Adorable was a word that popped into my mind when I heard the name, or maybe delightful. What I wasn't thinking of, but what was certainly the case, was a drop dead gorgeous looking young woman, maybe one year older than me but it was hard to tell.

She was taller than me, and had a face cut right from the front pages of the newest edition of the British Vogue. Perfectly styled hair that rested right above her shoulders in a low bun and her eyes...my god, her eyes were simply spellbinding. Glowing in joy and radiating kindness in a beautiful way, making them look so deep and much more appealing than my own. They were crowned with a rim of full and long lashes though it was hard to tell if that were natural ones. Her skin was flaw and spotless, she looked like she didn't even knew what pores were. Everything about her was mesmerizing. Her smile and laugh seemed to make heads turn, and her eyes to light up the room when she smiled. Everything about her redefined gorgeous. I was sure that I forgot how to breathe when I first spotted her, my insecurities shooting up in an instant. But that wasn't the worst part. The wort part was how Harry looked at her – and how she looked at him. They were both incredibly loving in their way of talking with each other, up to that point where I asked myself why they weren't dating. And I was obviously not the only one who thought like that, since Jeff seemed almost ecstatic when he saw them chat. He almost forgot to greet me, on top of that. So I started to feel pretty uncomfortable pretty fast, wishing only to go home now. And we weren't even at that damn event for long, but I already felt so out of place...I had enough. My reflection in the gold framed mirrors everywhere only proved that. I had felt pretty when we left the house, that deep red silk really matching well with my skin tone, but now I felt...average. Less than average even, I felt below average pretty and underdressed. I wasn't exactly matching with Harry since he wore black glittery blouse with some wide white trousers – a special Gucci ensemble that could only be pulled off in a classy way if you looked like a god. A god Harry was, frankly. But Molly as well, just I was lacking in looks and charisma and it stressed me out. Not that it was entirely Molly's fault, she just looked good and she was also quite friendly, but in my eyes she could tone the giggling and excited arm-patting down by now. Because she was doing that for now at least twenty minutes and I grew slowly jealous because Harry never let anyone touch him like that for that long except it was a good friend or me. And the fact that he was okay with that, implied that she had to be one of those close friends...and that put me in great discomfort. Because I couldn't help but wonder if there had ever been more or if it wasn't for me, there would be more. And it hurt to realise that there probably would have been something and that they already looked better together than Harry and I and always will.

My hands gripped my glass tighter. I had to stop myself from downing it in one gulp just to distract myself. I was pretty positive that I had already chewed off my lipstick and looked like a nervous wreck so I burned for a calming visit to the bathroom. I just had yet to figure out where that was. After five more minutes of hesitating I carefully tugged at Harry's sleeves. He immediately lowered his eyes, giving me a small smile. "You alright?" I nodded quickly, clearing my throat. "I just wondered where the bathroom is...?" I asked subdued, feeling like I would interrupt something. Which was absolutely stupid because he was my boyfriend after all. "Left, past those suited up lads...then down the stairs. You really can't miss it." Harry explained quickly, nodding towards the direction I had to go. "Alright...I'm uhm, right back yeah?" he nodded, a small frown on his face. "Where do you expect us to go love?" he asked amused, causing Molly to giggle. Oh so she knew where or what. "I don't...nowhere." I mumbled embarrassed, avoiding his eyes before quickly walking away. I felt his eyes burning into back as I walked away, uncomfortably clutching my purse tighter. I really wanted to go home. At least I was quick to find the bathroom. A look in the mirror showed me, that I had really chewed off half of my lipstick, leaving a faded out liner on the sides. How embarrassing was that again? With a distressed sigh I started to re-apply the product, staring unhappily at my reflection in the golden tinted mirror. Even that stupid piece of glass had more shine than I did. The lipstick made it better, though I still felt like trash in a safe.