Harry Styles Imagines

» the music in me

imagine was made by @ imagines- -harrystyles on tumblr

word count; 720
point of view; second person

You felt honored that Harry had brought you into the studio after you'd only been dating for a few weeks. It seemed so personal and special and you felt giddy being able to be in this space where Harry let out so much of who he is in the form of music.

You had formed an instant connection with Clare, who played the keys in Harry's band. The two of you got along so well, and you admired her so much as a piano player yourself. You stopped taking lessons years ago and you'd never really sung in front of anyone, so you didn't think your love of playing piano and singing was worth sharing with Harry because it would never be anything compared to what he was capable of.

You found yourself in a separate part of the studio with Clare as Harry recorded some vocals for his upcoming album. You watched as she played some melodies on the piano that you thought were just gorgeous, her fingers seeming to dance over the black and white keys.

She apologized when her phone rang as she took the call out into the hallway, and you couldn't help but melt as you stood with the most beautiful piano right in front of you, looking as though it ached to be played. You suddenly found yourself sat in front of the instrument, hands gliding to the shiny keys that filled you with so much happiness. Your fingers automatically began to play what had become your favorite song.

The melody flew freely as a smile formed on your face, completely unaware that Harry had snuck up behind you, carrying himself lightly so as not to make his presence known. He didn't even know you could play piano, let alone bring new life to the notes that were so familiar to him.

Just stop your crying it's a sign of the times,

You began to sign softly as you played. Harry felt his heart stop, a smile lighting up his whole face as he moved slightly to the side, still behind you, but now with a view of your fingers as they glided effortlessly over the keys.

You continued to play and sing, and Harry watched as your foot bobbed up and down on and off the pedal, your body beginning to sway more and more the further you got into the song, still unaware that you weren't alone.

Eyes wide and smile frozen on his face, Harry couldn't help but feel so much love for you in that moment; love, he would find, that wouldn't fade even after the music stopped. So filled with awe and mesmerized by the woman in front of him, his eyes became glossy as you got into what he found to be the most emotional part of the song when he performed it.

We gotta get away from here.
We got to get away.
We got to get away.
We got to, we got to away.

Your body moved with the song gracefully as the words fell from your mouth like soft summer rain, your fingers dancing and your foot moving rhythmically to the beat. Harry was so enthralled that he didn't really comprehend when the song ended, he just wanted it to last forever.

You smiled, getting up and turning around to find Harry standing mere feet from you, jaw dropped and eyes wide. The smile began to fall from your face as you realized that you had an audience, the only person whose opinion you ever really cared about regarding your music. Well, his music in this case.

Harry quickly shut his mouth before trying to speak, but no words came out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone was in here..." you trailed off, staring down at your feet. What if you just butchered a song in front of Harry Styles; his song? You began to feel panicked until Harry finally pulled himself together, the biggest smile forming on his face as he all but lunged towards you, engulfing you in a hug.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he breathed out, the smile slowly returning to your face. "I just want you to know that I plan on falling completely in love with you Y/F/N Y/L/N."

Little did you know, he already had.