Imagine This

Harry Styles Imagine #2

You're about to unlock the door to your apartment at the middle of the night and make sure that you don't make a single noise because you don't want to wake up your boyfriend. And just then the door creeks open and you jump back, scared. What you see is the cutest face, wearing the cutest smirk, looking back at you. 

"Why're you awake? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" You say and go hug him taking a whiff of his cherry shampoo. 

"I was waiting for you babe. I hate going to bed alone." He said and stared deep into your eyes.

"Ugh stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"That smolder thing... I lose my train of thought when I look into your green orbs."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Not really... OK go to bed now. I'll take a shower and be there in ten minutes." You say laughing and get into the bathroom. 

"I'll be waiting." He says taking a rose from the vase and putting it between his teeth and laying down on the bed on his elbow, posing while you continue to laugh, tears streaming down your cheeks, "OK stop it you, I'll be back in a while."

After a nice, hot shower you get dressed for the night. You slip under the blankets and lay your head on his strong, muscular arm. Your pillow. He was already drifting off to sleep and you didn't want to disturb him so you slowly lifted your head and kissed him, soft as a feather making him smile in his sleep. He worked so hard all day long from seven in the morning to seven in the evening and instead of coming back home and going to bed, he waits for you.

He made you feel like the luckiest girl in the whole world. 

The next day Harry had already left when you got up for work. It was kind of hectic, you got to see each other only on weekends and while you were going to bed everyday. He left for work at seven and you left at noon. He came back at seven and you at midnight. You guys had just started with your jobs, just a year and a half out of college and decided to move in. You knew it'd be difficult with the working hours and rent and stuff but you knew you could handle it. 

At work your phone beeped and you checked it to see who had messaged you, it was Harry. 

I love you babe. 

P.S. I'm hungry... want to go out for a quickie lunch to McDonalds? 

You reply:

Sure... Be there in five. And Love you too. xo

And the best thing was that McDonalds was right in between both your work places so you could meet up whenever you wanted to see each other. You reached there a minute before Harry did and he comes over, holds your hand. That's all he needs to do to get you hyperventilating. After staring into his eyes for as long as you can remember you go and order lunch.

After lunch you go back to your office. Stella walks up to you and tells you that Steve, your boss, wants to see you in his office. And then you start sweating... and turn into the Niagara Falls. On your way to his office you keep praying, oh God if you do truly exist please please please let it not be something bad. You go up to his door and knock and a stern "Come in." gives you the permission to enter.

After the tiny meeting with your boss you couldn't stand, it was like he gave you wings. You felt like you were flying. It was amazing. You couldn't wait to share the news with Harry. After going back home,  unlocking the door again, trying to make as little sound as possible, you enter. Harry had already fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you. You turn off the TV and put a blanket on him, take a shower, set your alarm for six in the morning (because you had news for him) and go to sleep. 

The alarm went off with a sharp ring, making your head throb early in the morning. You pick up one of your slippers and hit the clock, hard, to shut it. After a while Harry comes in rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he probably woke up due to your hitting-the-clock-with-your-slipper-because-it-was-giving-you-a-headache commotion. 

"(Y/n)? Why're you up so early?"

"I needed to talk to you. Come her." You say tapping the spot on the bed near you.  

He sits near you, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer,"What's up?"

"Um... I got a promotion..."

"THAT'S GREAT!"

"Yeah... But I'll have to move to Paris for it. And we have our home here and your job. It's too much compromise. I'm going to decline it. I'm happy with my job." You said this, yeah you did, but that's because you weren't just thinking about your future but Harry's too. But a small, selfish part of you wanted Harry to say that he'll come with you and you knew that wasn't going to happen because he loved his job more than he loved you. You knew. 

"You're silly, it's your dream job. I want you to go get it."

"But that means I'll have to take you with me... And I can't do that."

"Yes you can. I love you more than my job, OK? I love you more than anything in the whole world. Don't ever forget that. Now call up your boss and tell him that you're up for the new job."

You couldn't believe your ears, what they had just heard, you couldn't believe that you were lucky enough to find someone who loved you unconditionally and proved all of your unnecessary thoughts wrong. Next thing you knew, you were sobbing. 

"Why're you crying?"

"Because you're the best person in the whole world and I love you so much that it hurts."

"Look at me (y/n)." He said to you... you look into his eyes, he leans forward, holding your chin and kisses you, slowly at first and then more deeply, with so much love and affection. And passion. When the kiss breaks, he says, "Call Steve and tell him that you're going to Paris. And your boyfriend's going with you. OK?" 

"OK."

"That's my girl. Now go back to sleep. I'm going to take a shower so that I can go to work and tell my boss that I'm moving to the city of love and see if she'll get me a job there."

"I love you." 

"I know." He winks and goes into the bathroom. 

The end.