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

Sign Of The Times

Inspired by the song 'Sign Of The Times' from the album 'Harry Styles'

You tug the dress over your head, adjusting the sleeves as you turn to face the mirror. You frown, it seems the longer you look at yourself, the more invasive, criticising thoughts worm their way into your head. Your stomach looks weird. You're not skinny enough for the dress. Your boobs stick out too much. The colour doesn't suit you. You're too curvy.

Tears prick in your eyes as a sense of hopelessness overwhelms you. The changing room walls seem to press in on you as you sink to the floor.

"Pathetic." You whisper to yourself. Trying to stay silent so Harry doesn't hear you, you clap a hand over your mouth to keep from sobbing. But a slight knock sounds on the door.

"You okay in there?" He asks, and you almost collapse into an emotional mess at the pure gentleness in his tone. That's one of the many things you love about Harry. He always wants to make sure you're okay. Instead of saying anything, you stand and unlock the door. You gesture for him to enter, then lock the door again. The second he notices the tears in your eyes, he steps forward and envelops you in a comforting embrace.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He whispers, running a soothing hand through your hair and down your back.

"I guess, but I need to get this stupid dress off first." You sigh, wiping away a few stray tears. He helps you out of the dress and both of you slump to the floor. You in your underwear, and Harry in his usual t-shirt and jeans. You wrap your arms around yourself and sigh.

"So, talk to me," Harry whispers, tucking you into his side. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and waits for you to talk.

"I just, I don't know. Do you ever, just, not feel good enough? Like, even though you're trying your absolute hardest to look, act, and be the best you can, it just doesn't seem enough." You curl into Harry, pressing your face into his neck as tears begin to fall once more. Harry carefully runs his fingers through your hair then cups your chin, tilting your face up to him.

"I know that feeling all too well, but I need you to trust me when I say that you are enough. I know it's hard right now, but everything will sort itself out. You are enough, my love. More than enough."

Harry kisses you, eyes fluttering shut, and you can't fight the brilliant warmth spreading from your head to your toes. The tears continue to fall, but Harry kisses them away. You smile and press your forehead against his.

"I love you. So, so much." You whisper between slight sobs.

"I love you. I love you as much as the dreamers love the moon, as much as the butterflies love the spring breeze. Nothing, nothing, could ever stop me from loving you. I don't want you to doubt yourself for one second, because you are so beautiful. It breaks my heart that you sometimes feel like you aren't. But you are everything wonderful about life, and you're the most wonderful person in my life." Harry wraps both of his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. As the two of you sit in the silence of the change room, you start to laugh. First a chuckle, but then full-blown, stomach-clenching cackles.

"What?" Harry pulls back, looking at you like you've grown a second head. You gesture to yourself, clad in only your underwear, and laugh a little harder.

"This is like a porno!"

Harry blinks once, twice, then joins in with your laughter.

"What kind of pornos do you watch?!" He says between fits of giggles. You don't say anything, instead, you disappear into another fit of hearty laughter. You keel over and collapse on the floor, making a loud thump.

"Excuse me?" A small knock sounds at the changing room door and you both clap a hand over your mouths. "Is everything okay in there?"

"Um, yes. I just, um-" You look to Harry, hoping he'll help you figure out what to say. He just looks at you, wide-eyed. "I just dropped my dress."

"Oh? It's just that it sounded a little too heavy to be just a dress." The saleswoman continues from behind the door.

"Yeah, um, I was in it, the dress, I mean."

"Alright. Just be careful, okay?" You listen as the soft clicking of heels fade.

You turn to Harry, trying to keep a straight face. But the second he shoots you a stupid grin, you lose it all over again.

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Authors Note

WE PASSED 100 READS WHOO! It's probably not as exciting to all of you as it is for me, but oh well. I hope everyone's okay in these confusing times. This little idea was based on situations I've been in. There have been many occasions where I've cried over not liking how my body looked. However, after working on accepting myself, my body and I are on better terms. It's hard sometimes, to love ourselves, but I believe in you. I love you all for who you are!! If you ever need to talk, I'm here.

Treat people with kindness

xoxo,

Butterfly :)