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

Golden

Inspired by the song 'Golden' from the album 'Fine Line'

With the windows down, the wind ran tender fingers through your hair. The sun was high in the sky shining down on you. Beside you, Harry was tapping out the beat of an Elvis song on the steering wheel with one hand, his other hand resting on your thigh. The two of you had no idea where you were going, but as you turned off the highway and apartments changed to little houses and cottages, you smiled.

There was just something about the country.

"Hey," Harry chuckled. "You still alive over there?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I asked you a question."

"Oh," you began, readjusting yourself in the passenger seat. "Sorry, I was a bit spaced out."

"I could tell," Harry said with a soft smile. "What is your favourite feeling in the world?"

The question shocked you and you took a minute to think about it, watching the trees and open paddocks pass. Then, with stark clarity, the answer popped into your head.

"Golden."

Harry looked over at you, brows furrowed. "Like the colour?"

"No silly. The feeling."

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking back to the road. The sunlight caresses his face, bringing out his little freckles that no one knows about but you.

"Just feeling so bright. Like spotting beautiful things that no one else does. Taking notice of the simplest things that hold so much wonder."

"Like what?"

"Like finding a pretty ribbon on the ground and taking it home to wear in your hair. Buying a book from a second-hand store and reading through all the annotations that previous owners have made. Finding something you'd thought you'd lost. The scratching of a pen on paper as you spill out your imagination. Freckles that only come out in the sun. Fluffy blankets on freshly-shaved legs. Things like that..." You trailed off, realising you'd gone off on a tangent. You glanced over to find Harry concentrating on the road ahead, though a small smile played on his lips.

"Do you want to know something?" He asked, briefly looking over to you. You nod, smiling a little.

"You have the most beautiful mind, I would do anything to see the world the way you do. I mean, you just described a feeling as a colour." Harry shook his head, almost in disbelief. "And the funny thing is, somehow, it just makes sense." The two of you laughed then, loudly and full of happiness. Not a single care in the world.

And on that country road, just south of forever, the two of you were golden.

So.

So.

Golden.

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Author's Note

I had quite a bit of fun writing this chapter :) so I hope you enjoyed it. I've been busy with school and stuff (I've actually been writing songs, like what?) but I managed to stay on schedule for updates. So, unless otherwise specified, updates for both this and It's Different With Him (my other fic, you should check it out) will come out on Sundays every week. Occasionally I'll do double updates.

Anyway, have an awesome day!
Treat people with kindness.

xoxo,

Butterfly :)