HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

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Ahhhh hi. Hah. *awkward grin/wave* I haven't been around on here for a hot minute huh. sorry for that, if anyone noticed. I had a huge writersblock and tbh, wattpad pisses me off more and more. I spend more time writing on Tumblr nowadays...woops. I can ofc drop the url if u'd be interested. 

However, I am back (hi), and if I definitely quit wattpad because I can't deal anymore with the data breach, constant "up"dates, changes and adds, I sure tell you guys. For now, I stay, so don't worry my children. 

FOR TODAYS STORY: this was requested by natasha_2030 and babygirl I am so sorry for the long wait. I've never struggled more with writing for Harold and that's not your fault but mine, I guess. This turned out to be a lot fluffier than I intended but I hope you still somehow like? But if you don't, more fuckboy-ish or jelly Harry prompt will prolly be written and i'll dedicate it to you then!! Sorry sorry sorry sorry I love you and sorry. 

Now, sorry to all of y'all for this enormously gigantic intro BUT a few thing had to be said. But now enjoy, and dont to drugs pls. Always remember: you nice, keep going and all the love! 

kissy xo

Jeff hardly ever called you. Even when Harry and you had still be close, him calling you was a rarity. But when he then did, you couldn't help but feel a bit worried at the sign of his user ID flashing up on your phone. This time was no exception, but besides worry there was also surprise and a whole bunch of uncomfortable memories and unsaid words. You hadn't heard from him (or Harry) in weeks. Sure, Jeff and you still sometimes texted a bit, you also were still in good contact with Claire and especially Mitch and you still got along. Harry and you...well, that was a different and longer story.

Harry and you used to be very close friends. Means, helping him what socks to choose before performing-close friends. You had met a year in Harry going solo, you a simple assistant engineer and him the highly praised Popstar. The two of you had quickly bonded over a few glasses of chilled white wine in the humid air of Jamaica and soon your friendship blossomed in the most beautiful ways. Well it did until you, obviously, started to feel a bit more for the singer. Now, that alone wasn't a problem itself, the fact that Harry knew (you had told him after a few weeks of awkward suffering) wasn't either. The problem was that Harry acted like a dick to anyone you brought around, up to the point where you seemingly couldn't ever date again. Of course Harry wasn't a straight up asshole to them, he still had a reputation to maintain, but he knew how to get under their skin. Just toying with their self-confidence and subtly making them feel like the biggest losers. Oh and, the absolute worst part, all whilst having a girlfriend himself. Which eliminated the possibility of him having feeling for you as a reason why he acted like a jerk. And that angered you more and more and it all escalated in a big, nasty and hurtful fight, around four - five months ago. Since then you hadn't talked, texted or seen each other.

It had been a big change of habit not to get up and first check the phone for messages of him, or simply FaceTime him to check up on his schedule. No spending time at cafes or at the studios with him and the rest of the team. Lucky thing you had other jobs running, on other albums and in other studios around Malibu than his.

He was currently recording music at the Shangri-La studios in Malibu, maybe ten minutes from your flat by car. Which had been described as a "lucky and obviously unplanned extra" by Harry himself, followed by a cheeky grin. You had just rolled your eyes, but secretly happy that he had cared about you being near during his writing process. But now it only left a sour aftertaste in your mouth.

With a sigh you pulled the key out of the ignition and picked up the phone. You figured you could also wait in the parking lot for a few more minutes.