Harry Styles Imagines

Through the Dark.

You walk home, half dead, after a horrendous day at work, through the streets of London.You decide to take a walk through the cool night, before having to confront your roommate and kick her boyfriend out.Your head weighs a ton as you make your way towards the lake.The streets are deserted, the dampness and eerie silence of the beautiful night gives you the creeps.But good ones.You plug in your earphones and put on some music.You break into a run across the road ,towards the lake.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of heavy brakes screeching and blinding lights.You collapse down in shock as you find yourself inches away from a flashy black car.Startled to the core, you shut your eyes,unable to breathe, and the throb in your head becomes intense than ever.You hear the door click open, and the driver lunges out of the car. A very tall man.Your vision is blurry, so you don't quite catch his face.Good hair, you think, as he rushes over to you and pats you in the back to ask-

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry,I'm so sorry, love."

You've heard that voice before, that deep and husky, heavily accented baritone.

He puts his strong hands around your shoulders to steady you, and lifts you to your feet.You see his heavily inked left arm, his long fingers adorned with an abundance of rings.His nails are painted too, the glossy black nail polish wearing away ,showing the pale pink nails underneath.You are shocked, surprised and scared, all at the same time,intimidated more by the person who was holding you than the fact that you were seconds away from being killed.He keeps on whispering sorry, both to you and to himself as he leads you to a park bench on the sidewalk.You didn't want to look up, you were too afraid to confront the reality of him not being the person you wanted him to be, the one you've always dreamt of being with.You are still shocked, the man is terrified too, because he doesn't even know if you're fully back to your senses.Well, your head still hurts, but you are completely okay otherwise.But you don't look up.He doesn't lift your head up either, maybe he's too scared to see if you're actually okay.Instead,he sits next to you,puts his jacket around you.

The next thing, you hear soft whimpering, his voice breaking as he looks up at the night sky and says

"Please, God ".

You clutch his anchor-inscribed arm and look up at him, a beautiful boy with messy hair,eyes puffy and nose red,tears resting on his pink cheeks as he looks down at you, relief spreading across his face as he finds out you're okay.

"Jesus! I'm so sorry!"

He hugs you and whimpers into your shoulder,his shaky breath damp against your neck as you whisper into his ears-

"I'm okay,I'm okay.Please don't cry, Harry."

The name slips out your tongue so easily, it doesn't feel alien at all, you're used to waking up every morning with his name ringing in your ears,him smiling at you inside your head.He smells of sweat and rain, mixed with the heavy scent of Tom Ford Vanilla, and the tiniest hint of alcohol.God, he is real.This is actually happening.

"Oh..sorry.."He wipes his eyes,"I was just-relieved...sorry "He says and smiles at a spellbound you.

"Wanna go for a walk?"He asks.

"Okay."

You mutter, still unable to believe your eyes.

He gets up from the bench and you see him, in a black T-shirt and the tightest black jeans possible,rubbing his nose as he walks towards his car and parks it on the other side of the road.He walks up to you,the car keys dangling from his pocket as he smiles at you, his cheeks still red from the recent breakdown episode.He offers you his hand and you smile up at him, you start walking around the lake,hand in hand.In silence.But it was not awkward,the night was too beautiful for that.The music was still playing in your right ear, and he asks,"What are you listening to?".You smile and say-"Guess?"
"Is it..is it me?"You can see his cheeks turn even pinker as he says this, you feel yourself blush too and you say"Mm-hmm".
You lend him an earphone,which he happily accepts and fits into his (you see his ears for the first time!).
The earphone wire stays taut, given the height difference between you two, you smile at the night as you both walk in the cool night wind, listening to 'Over Again', playing lightly in the dark.You feel so good, the night vibes are amazing as you unknowingly tighten your hold on his soft hands.And you immediately regret it.But the next moment, he squeezes back and you both smile at each other,under the stars.You walk on.
As the chorus of the song plays lightly in the night, you move closer to each other, and you rest your head on his shoulder,while he wraps his arms around you.You get on your tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek, inhaling the beautiful smell of him.He looks at you,right through you, with his green dreamy eyes.He brings his hand up to remove a strand of hair from your face, making you shudder at the touch of his cool fingertips .Your heart beats faster than ever as he cups your face in his huge hands, and presses his heart shaped lips against yours.

OMG.

Your lips mould into each other perfectly,like it was always meant to be.You wrap your hands around his neck as you savour every moment,every bite ,every little caress of his tongue over yours,as he lifts you up.You wrap your legs around his waist.You don't wanna pull away, neither does he.But eventually,you pull away,both of you breathless, as he puts you down.You start laughing.You continue walking around the lake, holding each other tight.

You open your eyes.It isn't morning yet, you look through the window to see the first rays of the orange sun break through the clouds.You think of the amazing dream you had,and look to your right.He was already awake,his long fingers caressing his hair as you scoot over to him, wrapping yourself around him.He looks down at you,holds you tight,and mutters in his cranky morning voice, which never fails to turn you on.
"Just two more days to go."
"I know right!!I have no idea if I'd ever stand the nerves!"You say.
"Neither do I!But I'm happy 'cause I'd get the whole of you for myself, Mrs.Styles."
He kisses you on the forehead.
You trace your fingers along his butterfly tattoo and mutter
"Weren't you gonna kill me that night?"
And you smile up at him mockingly.
"Yeah, that would have been a lot better than this,anyways."
He mocks back.
You beat him on the stomach and scrunch up your face ,looking away.
"That night was the best thing that ever happened to me.You know I thank my lucky starts for that everyday."
You turn to smile up at him while he crashes his lips into yours.