One Direction Imagines

Harry Imagine for Loren

hope you can forgive me for the long wait :\ hope you like it, love <3 >>>> the kiss at the end xD

            I lay on my bed, staring at my phone, waiting for Harry to call. It’d been days and I hadn’t heard a word from him. It was very strange since we were almost always texting or calling or skyping each other. But, ever since a couple days ago, that all stopped. Harry stopped picking up his phone and answering his texts. I was getting worried. Was he seeing someone else?

            Harry and I have been together for a little over a year now. We just got on really well and I loved spending time with him. I was almost always over his house, so his mother called me her second daughter. I thought it was funny, actually.  

            It was the summer before we went off to college and I wanted to spend as much time as I could with Harry since I wasn’t sure when I was going to see him again come September.

            I picked up my phone and called his mother, waiting for her familiar British accent to come up on the other end.

            “Hello?” she answered after a couple rings.

            “Hi Anne, its Loren,” I smiled as I spoke to her. She always wanted me to call her Anne instead of Mrs. Cox. I was a bit awkward at first, but I was starting to get used to it by now.

            “Oh hello dear, how are you?”

            “I’m good thanks, I was just wondering if you knew where Harry was? I haven’t heard from him…”

            “Oh…” Anne’s voice trailed off, “Well the other day, Harry’s grandfather passed away. The two of them were very close, and he’s just taking it really hard. He hasn’t come out of his room for anything.”

            My jaw dropped and I felt like I got punched in the gut, “Is he okay?”

            “I don’t know, he hasn’t talked to me, maybe if you come over…?”

            “Yes, I’ll come over right now, goodbye Anne; I’ll see you in a little bit.”

            “Goodbye love,” she replied before I hung up my phone and stuffed it in my back pocket. I ran downstairs, yelled goodbye to my mom and told her where I was going, and ran out to the garage to get my bike.

            I don’t think I’ve ever peddled faster than I did at that moment in my entire life. I was practically flying down the streets until I made it to Harry’s house. I brought my bike around the side of the house and carefully leaned it up against the fence. I ran back around to the front door and walked inside, another thing Anne wanted me to start doing.

            “Loren?” I heard Harry’s mother call from the kitchen. I ran in and stopped, smiling at her and trying to fix my windblown hair. “Hello beautiful,” Anne smiled at me and walked over to give me a hug. “Harry’s up in his room if you’d like to go try to talk to him…”

            I nodded and stepped back from the hug, “I will, and I’m really sorry for your loss.”

            “Oh thank you love,” Anne kissed my forehead and smiled at me before I spun around to walk over to the steps leading up to the second floor.

            I walked down the creaky carpeted floor to Harry’s bedroom at the very end to the left. I knocked on the door.

            “Go away mum,” Harry mumbled, but his voice sounded muffled by something. I didn’t say anything and opened the door to step inside. I closed it quietly behind me. I slipped out of my shoes and left them by the door. Harry’s back was to me and I soundlessly walked over to the side of his bed. I put my hand on his side. “Mum, I’m not hungry.”

            “Harry,” I whispered. At the sound of my voice, he flipped over and saw me. He started crying.

            “I’m so sorry,” he whimpered, pulling me into bed with him and holding me close to his body, “I’m so sorry I didn’t respond… I feel like a terrible person and you have every right to be mad at me, I-” I cut him off by pressing my fingers to his lips.

            “It’s okay, I was worried about you. I had no idea what happened…”

            “I should’ve told you…” Harry whispered, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut.

            “Harry, it’s okay, I’m here now…”

            “Thank you so much,” Harry pressed his nose to the side of my neck and held me tightly. He shook his head a little bit and nuzzled my neck some more. “I love you so much Loren…”

            “I love you too,” I whispered, pulling back and holding his face in my hands, “I do.”

            For the rest of the night, we lay in bed together, giving each other little kisses. At one point, Harry had pulled me on top of him. His room was dark and I could just barely make out the outline of his lips. I opened my mouth the slightest bit and leaned down to take his bottom lip in between mine. I just wanted to comfort him, since he needed it the most right now. I wasn’t leaving anytime soon either. I was here for him.