HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Jokingly honest, HS

yesterday...I almost died bc Wattpad deleted this book. but it's back so I am back hello. Back to remind u that I do not have proofread this and also, its fiction and...basic idk okay😂 have a nice dayyyyy - Nica xx

I sucked in a breath before flipping the just received paper over. My heart dropped slightly. I got a 51% at the math quiz, which was exactly that grade that wouldn't help my average to go up. Which means I failed again. I fucking failed again. Releasing a shaky breath I packed my stuff away, stuffing it all into my bag with force. This was all just shit and I hated everything. Stupid math with its stupid combinatorial analysis as if anyone would need that later in life. My ears caught on to a familiar voice whispering something behind me and I bit my lip. "Thanks to you that is." I gulped knowing that my temper would go snap if I kept listening now. "Not true...you know you basically did it on your own...I just did some pushing." Harry whispered and my heart clenched painfully. Sure you did, I thought spitefully, before lowering my gaze on the red circled score. I was so screwed I could've cried. Just seconds after, the professor dismissed us into another weekend filled with studies. Chucking my calculator into my bag with a frustrated huff, I rushed towards the exit. I would wait for Halsey outside, I couldn't keep sitting there and listening to a complaint about a score of 73%, and some sugar coated "thank you Harry's".

"Hey love where are you running to?" someone called out right before I reached the door. "Out." I mumbled, hearing rushed steps of Harry following me. "You good?" I laughed dryly. "Do I look like I did good? Obviously I didn't but who cares right?" I know I sounded salty and bitter but I couldn't help it. Jealousy, frustration and anger was getting the better of me if I liked it or not. "I do? You know you can come and ask me about math whenever..." he started but I cut him off. "I am fine thank you. Besides, I don't see how you have time for that." He frowned softly, speeding up his step so he could keep up with me. "I-why not...?" I flipped my hair sassily before giving him an angry glare. "Because you've been quite busy with Victoire lately." I snapped letting all my frustration bubble out of me. "You know...I asked you. Last Tuesday. I asked if we could go over it one more time and so on. But then you couldn't, because guess what? Vicky was already coming over and that would've been super awkward, right? However I then asked you on Wednesday if we could have a look at it that day and maybe visit that café we always go to. But no, you couldn't because you were busy with her and her best friend going to that exact same café." I pushed the front doors open with force, empathizing my anger. "So asked you again on Thursday because I was really panicking and nobody seemed to be confident enough to explain anything to me. Halsey also struggled greatly, just so you know. But you didn't even pick up the phone because you were out at some club with Lou, Niall and Liam. Thanks for the heads up by the way, I really appreciated hearing from it when running through the dorm searching for you from no one less than beloved Vicky her bloody self." Harry had wide eyes by now, stepping a few steps back from my fuming appearance. "So tell me Harry: when exactly can I come to you for anything?" his lips were parted in shock and he gulped nervously. "I don't...I didn't realised you..." he stuttered dumbfounded, scratching his neck embarrassed. "I what? Make a sentence Styles, I don't have infinite time you, I still have to study for Biology next week." He could only stare at me before he carefully rose his arm up to my shoulders, helplessly brushing over it. I stepped away, feeling too hurt in my feelings for him to just sneak into my heart again with a hug. "Listen, I know she's great but can't you just tell me instead of letting me come second all the time?" I mumbled exhaustedly and he frowned. "I never intended to let you come second...you never come second." I laughed humourlessly. "Sure not." His frown deepened. "I am sorry if I hurt you this week. I really am, but I am not prioritizing her, nor letting you come second. That's bulllshit love, you know that. Don't be like that now." I narrowed my eyes. "Be like what? Hysteric? Dramatic? Hurt? Sensitive? Are you actually kidding me? I open up to you once about not wanting to be second best all the time and you say that?" he huffed frustrated, rubbing his neck. "No no no, you got it all wrong! I am not saying that you are sensitive or dramatic I am just telling you, that you are not second best! Never been, I don't know how you could think you were! And also..." I waved it off. "Yeah how could I even..." I mumbled under my breath but the mockery did not go unnoticed by him and he shook his head. "Stop being sarcastic with me." I laughed. "Yeah sorry. Did that hurt your feelings? My, my, my, don't be so hysteric over it sweetheart." That made him snap. "Can you just fucking listen for once!" he hissed in annoyance, rubbing his temples. "No I can't, because if I do, you coax me into forgiving you again but I am not ready to fucking forgive you yet Harry! I am not ready to repeat that again, do that with your darn girlfriend of yours not with me. I hate being stood up and you know that, I hate being ignored and put aside and I hate bad communication. And you don't give a damn!" I knew it was a kind of low blow but I was so fired up at the moment that I couldn't find myself to care much. "That is, again, not true! How could I not give a damn if I am still here arguing with you about this...stupidity! I give a damn you moron, why are you even bringing something like that up!" I saw the truth in his eyes, I knew he was honest and sincere...but remembering the afternoon I caught them in the café, her in his sweater... "Yeah whatever right. I remind you again when you choose to rather ignore me all morning to spend time with your sweetheart alright." His brows furrowed in confusion. "What sweet- why are you bring her up the whole time. She is not my girlfriend how...why do you keep saying that?" he pushed out frustrated and I shrugged. "Oh no reason. She's just awfully close with you all of a sudden, so she might as well be. But how would I know hm. Now excuse me, I need to get work done." And with that I turned around and walked away into the direction my block was located. "Now I finally get it..." Harry suddenly whispered behind me, amusement now laced with his voice. I felt how he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into his arms. There was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes and a dimply smirk danced on his lips. "You're not just hurt." He stated softly, tilting his head to the right. "You're jealous." My anger was immediately gone, replaced smoothly by a feeling of embarrassment and a wish to die. My cheeks almost immediately heated up, and I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears ringing. What the heck was I supposed to answer to that. His grin deepened slightly and he opened his mouth to say something else (probably another dig) when he got interrupted by "someone" calling his name. "Harry! Sorry, I don't want to interrupt..." Victoire piped with a soft giggle, placing her arm on his bicep. Harry slowly let go of me, giving me a quick glimpse. "What's up?" he then asked with a kind smile and I wanted to take a step away from him. but Harry only tightened his arm, now wrapping it fully around my waist to keep me in place. "I just wondered if we could go over the biology-project again. It was fun last time and I finally seemed to get it." She asked with a kind smile, carefully brushing her hair out of her face. I looked down, not wanting to display my discomfort. It was fun last time huh. I gulped heavily, ignoring Harry's burning gaze. "I mean yeah sure. What time are you free?" I frowned slightly. Was he seriously making plans now with her in front of me? I slowly pried away from his touch, pinching his arm slightly as he refused to let me go. "Oh any time. I'd be free now till the evening." Victoire said, oblivious to my attempt to get away. Finally, after the third pinch, Harry dropped his arm. "Oh in this case I am sorry...not today." he caught my wrist as I stepped away, not even looking at me. "I already have plans. But tomorrow I'd be free." I sighed as he tightened his grip around my wrist whenever I moved. He really didn't want me to leave now. "Harry..." I whined softly, trying to pull away from him and this awkward conversation. "Now wait up love...I'm done here in a second. Be patient?" Whatever he intended with that statement, it helped to make me stop dead on my tracks. He sounded like...like a boyfriend or something. My heart missed a beat and I could only stare at him for a few seconds. "If you say so..." I mumbled under my breath, finally standing still. He gave me a satisfied grin before turning back to Victoire – or Vicky, my apologies. "Alright. Saturday it is...around ten? I've got a rehearsal in the afternoon." Victoire only nodded, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of us. "Yeah sure...see you tomorrow Harry." And with that she walked away and Harry turned back to me again. There was a wide grin on his face and I hated it. "Where were we?" he asked lowly, the smile evident in his voice. "Ah yes, the jealousy thing." I glared at him. No need to put me on spot like that. Besides that, he suddenly was awfully close...so close that I had to step back a tiny step so he wouldn't bump into me. "I still haven't received an answer on that one. So is there a possibility that you are acting that hostile and snappy because you're... jealous?" there was a hint of a smile dancing on the corners of his lips as he narrowed his eyes slightly at me. "I am not acting hostile." I mumbled, feeling my cheeks grow warm. He just laughed, giving me a sarcastic nod. "Sure not. You do know that I still prefer your company over hers at any time?" I just shrugged. "Doubt it but yeah. I mean, you basically made plans with her for like the other day..." He just grinned swiftly, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me closer. "I am sorry." He mumbled sweetly, resting his chin on my head. I just huffed, acting like I wasn't living my best life in his arms. "Forgive me?" I huffed again. "No. I failed my exam." He chuckled softly. "Ye blame that one me now?" I nodded, smirking into the fabric of his jacket. "Whatever makes you feel happy I guess." I hummed and stepped back slowly. "So what plans are you having tonight? And with who?" I asked curiously, walking him to his car. "I'm having a movie night with a very dear friend of mine." I smiled softly. "Oh that's cute. Who's it?" Harry gave me a quick smile. "M'pretty sure you know her. Sweet little girl, a tad green eyed at times...oh and very needy." I laughed with warm cheeks, hitting his arm. "Idiot. So we're having a movie night?" Harry winked at me. "Yes M'am. If that's okay with you?" I nodded quickly. "Absolutely! Can we order pizza? Oh, and at yours or at mine? Thanks." Harry opened the car door for me. "My parents are out tonight, Gem's not around anyways...so mine? Y'can stay over. And yes we can order pizza." I grinned at him before quickly plugging in my phone with the AUX cable and opened my Spotify. Valerieby the Weeknd soon blasted through the speakers and Harry and I both sung along loudly. It was good to have him back, though I still owned him an answer to his jealousy question.