Harry styles imagines

6.Isn't mine

He was like every star in the bright sky, even brighter. When he would enter a room everything about the room would seem, lighter, happier. He was like an angel, walking on earth, healing and making everything around him perfect, because he was perfect.

Sometimes it scared her how he would shine, because for her she didn't shine the way he did, she wasn't loved the way he was, she doesn't have the talent that he has. That's why she was scared, scared to lose him because he was so known, so loved, so so popular, and she wasn't,

in her mind

she was nobody.

But for him she meant his world. He would leave all of it in a heartbeat for her, but she didn't believe it, even with the countless times he assured her that he loved her more than himself, that he would even run away with her in some unknown island so they can live together. Forever.

But she always refused the offer because she couldn't be the cause of his future broken dream, he deserved to live his dream and be happy and proud of himself. On the other hand, there was something in her chest always bugging her whenever they are out together. When he got recognized, she would immediately remember what she tried so hard to hide in her head, what she would deceive her mind that it wasn't true, that he isn't just hers, he is the worlds too. That she couldn't call him mine because he wasn't and it made her stomach flip.

Her soft stare looked away from him as he was cooking them dinner. The famous beans and some rice, chefs favorite! He really loved beans and everyone knew that. He would look at her, to make sure she is ok, since she wasn't really talkative today, which is was so unlike her.

"Knock knock!" He tried cheering her up a little by one of his "funny!" Knock knock jokes.

"Who's there?" 

"Lettuce" He said in a cheerful voice that made her smile a bit.

"Lettuce who?" He chuckled at his own joke as she waited for him to answer.

"Lettuce in and you will know" he laughed, she chuckled at his little joke, she honestly loved them so much because she loved him. Because she was in love with the way he was moves, the way muscles flexes under his thin shirts, the way his lips moved when he talked, the way his eyes squinted closer whenever he was laughing at something or trying to concentrate, she didn't just love him for his appearances, she loved him for who he truly was, for his kind heart, his honesty, loyalty, by how much he cares not just about himself but about others he makes sure everyone in the room is feeling well and Is comfortable enough, and it all made her heart hurt of how much she loves him. She loved every little thing about him, and it made her heart burst whenever she just sees him and it was too much, because she knew, she wasn't the perfect girl for him and everyone knew it too, his fans made sure she knew and her insecurities were building up every day she was dying slowly and nobody noticed.

Her eyes closed trying to contain the tears that were already spilling out of her eyes, she knew there was just one way to end the misery and she couldn't do it.

"Hey would you like some mayonnaise? I could d- Baby?! Hey hey what's wrong? Look at me hey! Open those precious eyes for me I wanna see you" she felt him bend down in front of her, his hands holding her face delicately as if she was the most fragile thing in the whole world, his voice showed concern but she refused to look at him her head shaking to the right and left as she squeezed her eyes more, tears spilling like a waterfall as a little sob left her mouth.

"Baby talk to me you're worrying me please?" It felt like music to her ears, his voice was gentle and very soft just like honey dripping from his lips. She kept sobbing softly as she felt him take her in his arms rubbing her back soothingly as he kept whispering things like "it's ok" , "it will be alright, everything is alright" and a couple of shhhhh until she calmed down. His forehead resting on hers as he looked at her waiting for her beautiful eyes to look back at him, and she did, making him smile softly.