HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

After hours, HS

A stands for Angst and After hours by Abel Makkonen Tesfaye aka The Weeknd, aka the man that makes me want to do drugs, steal a car, hook up with a stranger and cry for a solid hour while laughing at my life decisions. (Especially at 5:17-6:01). His new album is out now, I cried through the whole 14 songs. I've never been prouder in my life, my son's grown up. 

Not proofread - not requested. 

- Nica♥︎

I messed up. I messed up like I have never messed up before. Some may blame it on my temper, some may blame the situation, some, the minority may blame the other guy but everyone would blame me. And they were right to so. I mean, I blamed myself.

Again I had acted impulsive, rushed and narrow-minded simply because my feelings were hurt. I always did that, whenever someone hurt me or I felt like my persona was being attacked. Just like the one time I got my lip piercing, a golden ring in the centre of my lips. That was because someone said I wouldn't have the balls to do so. Another thing might be the septum and the helix. Someone said I'd look ugly with it. So I did it to prove them wrong. Or the tiny tattoo on my neck. A very close friend/ ex-crush meant that if I'd get a tattoo, he'd never date me since his parents hated tattoos. Because I felt outraged that such a tiny detail would overshadow a whole ass personality, I got one. We've never dated or talked after that again, but looking back it had been a good decision. A bit extreme maybe, but the second he said that, something in my mind clicked and was full on fuck off mode. The fact that I could lose him with my actions didn't mattered to me. I could live a great time without him, I really could, I mean I was at it. I don't think I really hurt him in the process, in fact I never really hurt anyone but myself with the shit I did. But this time it was different. This time, I hurt someone I loved very much and that I had never meant to hurt.

Rain started to pour from the sky the second I stepped out of the bus. Great, just great. Harry's block he lived in was just five minutes away, luckily not too far. Still, I reached his door drenched to the bone and coldness was slowly creeping up my arms and up my legs. With a sigh I thought about the fact, that today should've actually been a fun day.

Harry, Glenn, Finnian, Sabrina and I had planned to visit a nightclub that would open today. Posters were everywhere across campus and everyone was talking about it. So naturally, my friends and I had decided to go. Nobody in their right mind would miss that, naturally. And because it was a Friday night, not even our party-shy Glenn could find a reason not to come, so the evening was bound to be awesome. Or so I thought. Truth was, that it had actually already started out shitty because Finnian and Sabrina had a little brawl on the way to the club and that soothed the mood quite a bit. So Glenn was pissed off at them already and we hadn't even entered the club yet. Harry and I, we had still been in a quite good mood, both of us joking and laughing at the silliest things. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulders as we walked and I was cuddled into his side. He'd looked handsome in the light of the streetlamps. Well actually he looked handsome in whatever light but it just was something that went through my mind that moment. He was dressed in a simple shirt and a black jacket, curls unruly and a bit messy, just how I liked it. That second everything had been okay still between the two of us, better than okay actually. I think it had started to go wrong the second I had ordered a second round of shots for him, Finnian and I. He'd been annoyed that I wanted to drink so much already and I grew irritated at his incredible responsible attitude. "Loosen up H, it's not like we've got some classes tomorrow...what's wrong with you." he had just shrugged and glared, not further trying to stop me from getting drinks. When I then downed them with Finnian, he hadn't looked happier though. Rather proper pissed off. "I don't want to carry you home!" I'd just laughed into his face. "Who said that y'have to, mommy. You are no fun, seriously Harry." He had just huffed and left the bar. Finnian and I had then decided to do another round of shots, just because. And then, then I saw Harry flirting with this other girl. They were dancing together, close but not inappropriately close, but it was obvious that both of them were flirting like the world would end tomorrow.