Harry Styles Imagines

night changes - part two

You woke up to the sound of yourself sneezing. You had buried yourself in bundles of blankets, on top of your duvet, and yet you still were shivering in your hoodie and long pyjamas. It didn't help that it was beyond wet and stormy last night.

Due to the current circumstances, you had no hot water to shower yourself with after last nights journey in the blizzard rain. Meaning you had to go to bed slightly soggy and very cold.

Thanks to your heating company you felt like you were, no exaggeration, dying. Your head was pulsing and throbbing to the rhythm of your heartbeat, which no amount of paracetamol could get rid of. Your fingers were icy cold and you shouted at yourself for not wearing gloves last night.

You groaned at the thought that you'd given Freya an extra hour of your time too, today. And for what? It's not like Harry will have even accepted your flowers.

You took your time getting ready, seeing as you woke up two hours before your shift began. Your slightly damp hair erupted goosebumps all over your neck, and arms, due to the icy impact.

Looking in the mirror you looked pale. Black, crescent moons rested under your eyes from lack of good sleep.

You got dressed in to some jeans and a plain t-shirt, along with your trainers, and made your way to the front door. You decided on wearing a thick cardigan and a winter coat over the top, seeing as you cold not heat yourself up. You grabbed your bag, sneezed again and wrestled with locking the door before you finally set off to work.

••••

Thankfully it had stopped raining today and the walk to work wasn't as painful as you thought it was going to be.

As soon as you step through the door you're bombarded by Freya and her worrisome personality.

"Oh Y/N! You look under the weather pet." She coos, whilst grabbing your cheeks and inspecting every inch of your face - seeing as every other part of your body was wrapped up snug.

You laugh at her fussing over you. "I'm alright Freya. Heating got cut off last night, that's all." You told her as you peeled off your coat and hung it up in the back room, along with your bag.

"Bloody bastards! I'll have words with your heating company, I will." Freya says sternly. You've always admired how Freya is so loving and protective towards you. You'll always remember the time when you were approached by a young man, not your type at all, and after Freya quizzed him on what his favourite flower was - him saying a dandelion - she banned him from her shop and from ever seeing you again. All because of his flower, or should you say weed, choice.

"It's alright Freya!" You continue to chuckle at her anger towards this situation.

"No it's not. I bet last night was awful for you." Freya shook her head as you both headed back out to the main shop, you grabbing your khaki green apron on the way.

"You don't know the half of it." You laugh, thinking how her comment runs deeper than just the fact you were living in an igloo last night, your blue-ish hands being a reminder of that.

When you stop and think about last night, it just makes it so much worse. The whole of yesterday you so were looking forward to reuniting with your best friend after so long, and all he did was disappoint.

His girlfriend, for a start, was exactly the bitch everyone was talking about. She was even worse in person, which you didn't even think would be possible the way some people described her. Harry could do so much better, but there was only so many times you could tell him that. First with Molly and now with... well you didn't even know who she was... Harry was hidden in her shadow, which is not like Harry, and that probably came from her ridiculous jealous nature - wanting to keep him hidden from preying eyes.