HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

BRIT's and Insecurities HS

I just woke up 50k reads this morning and I am overwhelmed. thank you to the academy...jk but THANK YOU SO MUCH for reading my shité it means a lot<3<3<3

quick disclaimer: Harry and Lizzo are cute as heck and I love her so this is not meant anyhow shady or hateful against her. she's a ball of sunshine and fluff energy with some boss bitch streaks. NO HATE ZONE. 

Oh and guess what else...? Not Proofread. 1000 points to whoever guessed that right before reading the answer. xo

The blue of her sequin dress sparkled up in the light, a bright flash of marine and royal blue, lemon yellow and lavender - a centre of attention. The two of them matched in a very weird and disgustingly cute way, Harry's bright suit with the lavender bow tie and her whirl of blue's collected in one dress. Both eye-catchers and since half of the internet already shipped them, two massive, matching eyecatchers. I almost felt like the soft lavender lilac of my dress faded in comparison, just like I felt like I was doing to Harry. Not that I could really blame him, Lizzo was a beautiful woman and her confidence and happy persona made her even more attractive in my opinion. On top of that, she was talented and determined, knew her shit and kept reaching for the stars. Occasionally she'd catch one and shone even brighter. My finger carefully traced the seam of a napkin, tearing my eyes off the scene that was unfolding itself in front of me. I felt as if a demon was wakening in the pit of my stomach, reaching up my for heart, green eyed, hungry, painful and full of rage. My fingers trailed further, leaving the napkin and wandered up the steam of my wineglass. It was completely filled still since I hadn't had much time to drink before. There has been too much talking and laughing going on for really enjoying the wine, which was why Harry and I had both ordered some cocktails. Well, I had ordered a cocktail, Harry had ordered a tequila neat. Then Jack Whitehall had started his chat with Lizzo and she had pulled Harry towards her and reminded me once again why I had insecurities and why I could never serious compete with those A-list people. They just knew how things rolled and I didn't, despite dating one of them.

They were just so incredibly comfortable around each other, the whole teasing, flirting and laughing. In the beginning, when they first got in contact because Harry wanted to cover "Juice" I hadn't been concerned at all. Though concerned may be the wrong word still. I wasn't concerned that Harry would cheat on me and I also wasn't concerned about Lizzo trying to actually steal my man. A month later, in January, when Harry made a surprise on-stage appearance in Florida, I remember standing in crowd and suddenly shuddering. Lizzo brought him on stage to sing with her at her show in Miami Beach, which I was obviously totally fine with at first but then watching them...they were incredibly cute. Suddenly I felt insecure about myself and our relationship. Again, I wasn't concerned, I was insecure. Insecure about Harry finding or seeing something in her, something that he'd missed out with me...love tended to do that at times. In addition to that, I wasn't that interesting in my eyes, to be brutally honest. I was obviously not the only one who saw that, the internet went completely nuts over the two of them. It only confirmed me in my angsty thinking and wasn't making anything easier. And now this whole situation with Jack.

I grabbed the wineglass and took a deep gulp before letting the glass rest against my lips. Peaking over the rim, I watched how Whitehall made joke after joke, fooling around with Lizzo and Harry and how Harry had his fingers still intertwined with hers as if it was nothing. It felt like the demon dragged a claw across my heart and a painful fire jolted through my chest. It was ridiculous, really. Jack just admitting feeling jealous when watching them but joking and me not saying a damn thing but feeling and being so jealous I wanted to throw up.

"Harold, back off!" Jack called out in this moment and my eyes snapped up. Lizzo turned back to him, still holding onto Harry's hand.

"Wait you...you said you were jealous?" she teased before turning back to Harry again, eyes still on Jack. "I was a little jealous when I watched it. I though, you know, maybe if I watched it..." his words about their performance trailed off at the sight of Lizzo now wrapping her arm around Harry and him, Harry, leaning against her shoulder. Jack picked the mic back up just as I took another gulp of my wine. The demon seemed to reach now for my throat and I gulped.