Harry Styles Imagines

» heather II

imagine written by me

word count; 1.19k
point of view; first person

"Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty," I sang onstage to the small crowd watching me.

"You gave her your sweater.
'It's just polyester', but you like her better.
Wish I were,"

I look up from my guitar and see you standing there, mesmerized. The same way you saw Heather. Saw.

—

It had been a few days since my last performance, since I last saw you.

Or was it you?

I never heard anything after that, no text, no call, but that's the usual with you, right?

I saw the news, read the articles, you and Heather were no more. I had waited for the day you two moved on from each other for so long, but now that's it's true, this isn't at all how I expected to feel.

Maybe this is what if feels like to fall out of love?

That was, until you showed up at my doorstep.

You knocked about six times before I decided to open the door. I was extremely hesitant. Once I did, we just stood there staring at each other for a few seconds until you broke the silence.

You slightly coughed, "Uhm, Y/N, it's uh- it's been a while."

I stayed silent, waiting for you to tell me what you came here for.

"Do you mind if I come in?"

I waited for a second, then stepped to the side to let you in. I shut the door behind you and you stood a few steps away from me taking a glimpse of my apartment.

"Wow, still looks the same from when I was last here, doesn't it?"

I sigh, taking a moment to answer, "I guess I haven't changed much in a year then."

You scoffed, "Damn, has it really been a year."

I slowly walked up next to where you were standing, "Well, a year since you've been here."

You looked down at me and I looked up at you. We locked eyes for a quick second and then I broke the contact.

"Would you like to sit?" I gestured you to my couch.

You walked over and sat on my dark colored couch, while I sat across from you at an angle.

We sat in silence for a few more awkward moments until I spoke up, "What is it you needed?"

You sat up straight at the sound of my voice, "Uh yeah," you took a deep breath before you spoke, "I, uh, I went to your gig? A few days ago, the one downtown. I'm not sure if you saw me or not-"

"Yeah, I did. I wondered why you didn't come say anything after the show?"

You slumped back down, "I wanted to, I was just a bit nervous."