Harry Styles Imagines

You silly

I’m lying on the ground in my living room, music playing loud. I tilt my head to the left to see how much wine is left in the bottle. ,,Not much,” I sigh.

All of sudden, I feel my phone vibrating. I pick it up to see it’s Harry, my best friend. Or at least, that’s how he sees our relationship. We’ve met one year ago, at the time when I was going through my divorce. These divorce times were really sad for me and meeting Harry was a stroke of luck. He’s the most positive person I’ve ever met.

I answer the phone. ,,Hey baby, what’s up? I’ve been trying to reach you whole day. Are you OK?” he asks and his voice is full of worry.

,,Yea, don’t..don’t worry. I… I’m… I am OK. Kind of. But nothing to be worried about.”

,,Darling, I know it’s the one year .. err.. anniversary of your divorce. It’s OK to be sad and..-“

,,I’m not sad Harry. Just go to sleep, it’s pretty late. Bye.” I end the phone call. I can feel tears in my eyes so I close them, trying to stop myself from crying. But I can’t stop it. I burst myself into tears.

I don’t know if I’m crying because of that weird anniversary or because of Harry. It’s just so hard for me to be his close friend lately. Every time we talk or just see each other, I’m falling for him more and more. But I know we can’t be a couple. I’m a fashion designer mostly known for a divorce with a football star.  And he’s a member of the most popular band on the planet. And he is also freaking sexy young man with tons on models wanting to date him.

I grab the bottle standing next to me and empty it. There’s now none alcohol left in my whole house. Great.

I hear a weird sound coming out of the hallway. “Front door open” I can hear the alarm system saying. I get up on my feet. But that wasn’t good idea. My head is spinning. Goddamn wine… I fall on the couch.

,,Babe!” I hear a familiar voice. ,,Are you alright?” I look at Harrys face. ,,No, I’m not alright, Harry,” I say.

,,So tell me. Is it that divorce thing? I’ve thought you’re over it…” He’s looking at me with those green eyes, his curls falling into his face. He’s so damn hot.

,,It’s not the divorce,” I say quietly. Looks like I’ve already managed what the problem is, I think to myself.

,,What is that, then?” with these word, he touches my hand and I can feel few butterflies in my stomach.  A tear runs down my face. ,,Please, don’t cry. It breaks my heart.  Just tell me what’s wrong and I’ll help you. I promise.”

,,But you can’t help me, Harry,” I say looking away from him. ,,Sure I can,” he replies. ,, I am you best friend.”

I sight. ,,And that’s it. You’re my best friend.” ,, Is that..Is that wrong?” He sounds confused and I totally understand why he’s confused. 

,,Yes Harry, that is completely wrong to me. Because after all these month we’ve been in touch every day…. After all these long conversations.. After..after…” I’m crying now, not able to finish it. Harry wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to his chest. 

,,Please, please don’t cry. It’s breaking my heart seeing you like this.”

He’s holding me tightly. I never want to let go out of this hug.  I look at him.  I can see his eyes watery. ,,I’m the one supposed to be crying,” I try to say jokingly. He’s looking in my eyes. Oh, how much I love these eyes. It’s the most beautiful green color I’ve ever seen. But there’s something in his look. Something different. He takes a deep breath like he’s about to say something. I put my finger on his lips. ,,I love you.” I say finally. His eyes are now widen and I can feel his heart beating really fast. But he’s saying nothing. I close my eyes. ,,So, that’s it, Harry. I know you can’t love me because of the divorce and-“

Soft lips touches mine.

,,You silly,” he says. ,,I’m so glad for that divorce. It means you’re free. Free to be mine.” I’m looking at him all amazed. ,,I love you,” he adds. ,,I love you since the moment you’ve laughed on my really bad joke months ago.” He’s smiling at me with his perfect lips. His eyes are shinning.

We’re still in a hug but I squeeze him even more. ,,Harry, I don’t know what to say…” ,,Then just don’t say anything. And kiss me,” he giggles and leans me into a deep kiss. There are now billions of butterflies in my stomach.

,,Oh wait,” I pull myself away. ,,There’s one serious thing I have to ask you.” ,,Oh, well, okay?” He looks at me confused.

,,How the hell did you get into my house?” I laugh. A big relieved smile appears on his face. ,,Don’t you really think hiding a key under a flowerpot is unexpected hiding place?” He smiles at me and gives me another kiss.