Harry Styles Imagines

stole my heart

Description - it's high school and dance time

If you could go back in time and hit the person over the head who invented mornings, you would. Specifically school mornings.

The alarm blaring at you, singing your favourite song, was now a horror. It had actually turned your favourite song into your most despised song. The sound of it gave you the chills, because it only meant one thing; school.

School wasn't that bad, but it wasn't perfect. It consisted of 6 hours of meaningless waffle, from the teachers, and 6 hours of annoying gossip, from the students.

You weren't popular by any means. You only had one proper friend, actually, but he was too popular to hang out with you around school. You remember when you first started high school and tried to hang out with him, only to be turned away. He would never say it outright to your face, but you could always feel like you didn't belong. Especially with the bitch-face of a "girlfriend" he has - who hated your guts. You say "girlfriend" because they aren't official, but they sure do act like it.

You quite like the quiet life of school. It provides you a sanctuary to be by yourself and have time alone, and not be harassed by your workaholic parents. Your parents aspired to have their daughter, and their only child, at the top of her classes and get the perfect score, every time, without fail. It was a hard and pressurising life, but it was bearable.

"Y/N L/N get out of bed, right now, otherwise there'll be no television for you tonight." Your so-loving mother shouted from downstairs. Another thing about your parents was that they were stuck in the timeframe of the 50s; thinking that just because they banned you from watching the TV you couldn't watch Netflix on your laptop. You prided yourself on being able to outsmart your parents.

"Oh my god." You groan to yourself, wanting nothing more than to throw a pillow at your mum right now. You knew hers and your dads heart were in the right place, but it certainly didn't feel like it sometimes.

Within 30 minutes you were up, washed, dressed and out of your front door. School wasn't too far away, and in the right weather it could be a beautiful walk.

You wandered down the road a bit first, coming to a stop outside the front door of your bestfriends house. You knocked loud enough so someone would hear, knowing how crazy it would be beyond the big, wooden, door right now.

Upon the door opening you were met with your second mother, Anne. Honestly this woman is a shining blessing. She had been there for you through everything and you've never met a kinder woman than her. Anne loved you, and treated you, with respect and kindness - unlike your mother - and you found the upmost comfort in that, which is why she was your second mother.

"Y/N, my darling!" - and Anne treats you like her daughter.

"Morning Anne!" You try and say back with just as much enthusiasm.

"Come in, come in." She opened the door wider for you to come in before shutting it behind her. "Needing any breakfast this morning? My lot have just had pancakes." She offered, but your granola bar will suffice you until lunchtime.

"Oh, no thank you Anne. Just here to pick up Harold." You both walk in to the kitchen and you're met with a neat mess. The smell of warm and sweet pancakes filled the air, whilst the sight of nutella, butter and fruits stained the table. This family were known for being a bit messy, but it never ceased to amaze you by just how much.

"Alright, hunny. Well just make yourself at home, as always. He went upstairs to get ready about 10 minutes before you arrived." She says as if you didn't know already, before making her way to the dishes and cleaning up the mess her family had left.