We'll Never Go Out Of Style (harry styles imagines)

Something Great

Inspired by the song 'Something Great' from the album 'Midnight Memories'

Although the tears have long since dried, you can still feel them lingering on your cheeks. You never imagined it would go so far, never imagined you'd fall in love with him.

Him.

The steady rocking of the taxi almost lulls you to sleep, the busy streets of New York passing you by. It's not until the driver turns onto an all too familiar street that you start to rethink everything. You should have told him

You should have told him, but you didn't. No, you remember the tears that shone in his eyes from the night before when you told him you were leaving. The ache that tugged at your heart, telling you to go to him. To stay with him.

The florist where he works is coming up, you can already see the sign and the beautiful bouquets in the stands out front. You have one last chance. One last chance to throw everything else away and follow your heart. Follow it to the one person who ever looked into your eyes and saw you, and everything you were and did not cower. Instead, he took your flaws, your paranoia, the way you can't sleep in pitch dark, and tucked them close to his heart so you always felt loved. Wanted. Needed.

"Stop the car!" You gasp through fresh tears that begin to fall. Ducking between parked cars and bustling citizens, everything seems to slow to a stop as you run down that street. You abandon your heels and drop your coat to the ground. Nothing else matters, you just need to get to him.

Him.

The gloomy skies darken and thunder rumbles as rain falls from the sky in heavy drops. By the time you make it to the door of the florist, you're soaked through. The little bell tinkles as you burst inside. Everyone seems to step out of the way to let you through as if they know what you're about to do. You slip into the greenhouse and there he is.

"Harry," you choke out between a heaving sob. He looks up, the man you love pierces you with his emerald gaze, and offers you a small smile. He runs to you and you meet him halfway. For a moment, you say nothing. Your hands are in his hair, his arms around your waist. But you don't need to say anything. No, you just lift yourself up on your toes and kiss him.

You kiss him and it's like everything else melts away into nothing. It's like the sky falls into the sea. And you know, you know, that he's the one you've been waiting for your entire life. And that you would've waited thousands of lifetimes for him if you had to. You would've found a way.

"I want you here with me. Stay." Harry whispers as he pulls away, you wipe away a stray tear from his cheek with your thumb.

"I'm not going anywhere." You bury your face in his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of him. Of home.

For that's what he was. Home. In his arms, you felt safest, and you never wanted that to change.

"I love you." You finally say. It's been weeks since you realised, but you finally did it. His gaze softens as he presses his forehead against yours.

"I know."