Harry Styles Imagines

1: Cherry (AU)

CHERRY

Word Count: 1192 | Type: AU

Harry was that intimidating student in school, but he couldn't mask his romantic side during French class, especially when Y/N was there; a hopeless adoration he could live with forever.

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Harry was the typical bad boy persona in each fictional story. Long hair tied in a man bun, inked artworks of various implications—may it have one or not—in random areas of his body but mostly on both of his arms; his towering height also added much more of the negative aura, if his strongly structured face wasn't enough to contribute to it. He was feared as much as how he was adored. It was no new news when someone is gushing over Harry as they see him leaning on his motorcycle, hitting his morning cigarette with his other friends with his brown coat hanging on his arm.

Everyone had mixed feelings about Harry. Maybe it was because how he was extremely intimidating to almost anyone, that many people say that when you tick him off, unending punches can be foreseen; but during French class, everyone can see the entirely different side of Harry. His physique could never compare to his deep voice that sounds almost sultry whenever he says French phrases. His lips would look irresistible, and the way his eyes look at the phrases on the book. However, most of the time his eyes were trained on someone else.

That someone else was Y/N.

Maybe that was why Harry was different during French, it was because Y/N was there. She sat in front of the classroom, and when asked why she took up French, it was because she wanted to learn the language but she had a hard time learning it. Even after a couple of sessions in French, Harry could feel Y/N getting frustrated over the topics. Y/N was stunningly different, an ordinary girl for everyone with skin not that fair, face painted with minimal makeup, and hair either in a ponytail or hang loose; yet, she stood out in Harry's eyes. She was also outstandingly intelligent as well, having to hear how she aces almost every English classes the same as Maths among his friends who sometimes had the opportunity to talk to her.

But all Harry could ever do was sigh, knowing that Y/N was way too far from his league. It was not because he wasn't that smart as well, or that he didn't look good enough, but it was because of his tendency to put a chain around the people he love. He was scared of falling in love because of his possessiveness, and God knows what he can do just to not let Y/N stray away from his grasp.

Y/N was attracted to Harry, as improbable as it seems because of their contrasting characteristics. It was not slightly obvious, but she made sure she dropped the hint every now and then even though Harry would dismiss her advances. He was one tough nut to crack, but Y/N never wavered her determination. She just needed to stand out, that's what she thinks.

That's why on a Friday, the day of French class with Y/N being confident to finally confess to Harry in French, the only thing she sucked at and was completely insecure of, knowing that she had to have classes with Harry who seemed to put French as his least difficult course. She sat beside Harry, which the man was taken aback at, although he didn't show any signs of nervousness and shock. It was the first time Y/N sat beside him, when Y/N would approach him after class.

"Hi," she smiled as she sat beside him to which Harry has nodded as his acknowledgement to her presence with his eyes glued on the board, the professor not arriving just yet. "I was hoping you could help me." she continued, taking the paper from her bag to aid her in her confession.

Harry looked at her and Y/N was suddenly frozen in her spot. She hadn't realised that being really near him was something that could instantly knock her off, and his beauty was even more mesmerizing from where she was seated. "I, uh..." she started, "Can you help me with my pronunciation—because I'm almost failing this class and Ms. Caron told me that I could raise my grade if I could read and translate this whole passage—"

"A passage that short to raise your grade?" He snapped, which they were both surprised at. It wasn't Harry's intention to come as bitchy, but Harry hadn't gotten any sleep from last night, and it was all because of Y/N, and his jealousy over her closeness with Liam, his close mate. If only she doesn't call everyone she is close with "Baby", maybe Harry wouldn't be boiling with jealousy.

Y/N hung her head low with a rose tint across her cheeks. She nodded, "Can you—um, help me?"

"Yeah, sure, go ahead." Harry cleared his throat.

Y/N cleared her throat, her confidence decreasing as Harry looked her over. "J-Je suis d-désolé si...cela sort très mala...maladroitement..." she started as the paper shook because of her hands, and even though she tried to mask her nervousness with fake confidence, it wouldn't take that much of thought that she was indeed nervous, and Harry's eyes of concern and furrowed eyebrows weren't helping.

Harry couldn't take anymore of her nerves, so he held her wrists. "Deep breaths, Y/N. I know how hard this is for you, so if you're not ready please don't push your—"

"No, I can do this!" she grinned, and Harry nodded, releasing her wrists and continued looking at her.

"Mais...je vais essayer de le faire si cela signifie faire cette cho-chose," she continued, earning a confused look from Harry. She cleared her throat a bit louder for the second time, noting that her throat would get scratched sooner if she continued clearing her throat. "Alors, Harry, je t'aime bien. Et, je ne sais pas si tu m'aimes en retour mais au moins je l'ai dit." she ended, gaining her confidence a bit as she said the last sentence with ease because this was the one she rehearsed the most, knowing she had to say it right or else it would go the wrong way.

Abruptly after ending her confession, she crumpled the paper and gave it to Harry. Now not minding if her handwriting looked good. "Keep it, it's yours, uh—bye," she muttered and changed her seat, now returning to the seat in front.

Harry was still in shock, his mind slowly registering that Y/N had confessed to him—in French, something she was very insecure about. He flattened the paper in front of his clasped hands, and he smiled at the messy handwriting scribbled on the brown paper that had small drawings of cherries at the end. Harry chuckled, it was a habit of Y/N which he had taken into account: she sketches something on blank areas, just like how he saw the draft English paper Liam borrowed from her as a reference had a small orange at the far right corner.

A blush formed on his cheeks. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, a pure coincidence at that, for Y/N to have drawn cherries on the paper. He got his pen, encircled the sketched cherries, and wrote something above it before handing it over to Y/N at the end of the class:

          "Je t'aime aussi, ma chèri."

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Author's Note:

Hello! This is the first entry in my HS Imagines. Hope you like it. Please pardon my French (Pun intended), since I don't know even a little bit in the language so I made use of translators. But I hope it didn't violate any grammar construction and stuff!

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