harry styles y/n imagines ☆ﾟ.*･

boy next door ☆ﾟ.*･

cw: mild descriptions of death, poisoning
setting: you are a rich kid in your gap year between high school and college. life seems pretty uneventful; your parents are making you take a few jobs here and there. every day that passes seems monotonous until you see a moving truck roll into the neighborhood.

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"Y/N, you have a shift later at 3. Don't you forget again," your mother says, handing you your breakfast. Scrambled eggs with a croissant and a tall glass of milk. That was your breakfast yesterday, but you could never complain. In the hustle and bustle of life, the diversity of your meals was usually never the priority.

"I won't, I promise," you smile. You wonder why you ever had to take a job anyway, when your family owned more than a million dollars in assets. Why put in so much effort in working to never get to see the fruits of your labor? You earn a couple bucks, but nothing will change.

"Wife, there's someone moving in next door. Remember the Hawks moved out a few weeks ago? The man couldn't handle the rent. Apparently a new family already rented out their lot. Surprising, isn't it? Didn't expect someone to have enough money to move in here so early. Guess they must be men of class," your father laughed.

"Don't get too cocky, honey. I know Mike Hawk couldn't afford the rent, but there's no need to tease him about it. Poor man's already had to go through a divorce with his wife. What was that woman's name again?"

"Her name was Kendall, but she went by Alpha Kenny Body. That name must be more familiar to you. Nevertheless, you're right. Y/N, check the family out for us later, will you? Give us your personal opinion. Be upfront. Tell us if they're idiots."

You sighed. As you take your last sip of milk, you push back the chair into the dining table.  You were heading up the stairs until the doorbell suddenly rang. Your parents offer a stare, signaling you to answer the door. Funny how you were so wealthy, but you could never afford for someone to answer the door for you. It was even worse that the job was assigned to you.

"Fine, I'll get it," you say, walking to the door. After looking at the security camera, you head to the entrance and open to the door to find a flustered boy. About college age, you think. He doesn't look too bad.

"Ah, hey! Uh, my name is Harry Styles. You just moved in. I mean we just moved in. My mom made me bring a gift, since we're new here, make a good impression, yeah."

Your chest started to burn up. Was it a fever? You had to answer.

"Oh, thank you so much! My name is Y/N L/N. How is it so far?"

"Great, actually! You look pretty," he says, giggling.

"Thank you!", you feel your face burning up. 

"What's your number, Y/N?", he asks. He pulls out a notepad, prodding you to write it down. You take the notepad and start to write down your name. He looks at you again.

"We're having a whole dinner later, our family. And my dad said we should try to invite others. The house is kind of messy, I hope that's ok with you."

"Just me? Or-"

"Oh, no, just you."

"I'm good! You live at the house over there, right?", you point to the house on the left. He nods in reply. "Ok, see you then, Harry!"

You close the door, and immediately get on your phone. You swipe through your apps, finally getting to Discord. You look for your friend's profile picture and start to text her.

You: Kendall, you won't believe what just happened! Some boy just asked me out! Harry Styles, he moved in next door. I think he likes me. <3

Kendall: OMG, Y/N, seriously? Do you like him back?

You: He is kinda cute. Think I should make a move?

Kendall: Go for it! I'll be cheering for you.

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It was time for dinner. You walked to Harry's house, unable to stop smiling. You thought your gap year would be the most boring thing ever. Then he walks into your life. This was it. You were going to marry him and have a billion kids. You ring the doorbell, and he answers it.

"Hey, Y/N! My parents aren't home,  but they said we could have dinner early."

"Aren't home? Oh," you blush.

"Yeah! That's fine right?", he says. "Anyway, come in!"

You step in to see a majestic foyer, leading into a dining room lit up by lanterns attached to the walls. They emitted a warm yellow light that brought a sense of comfort to the room. A sparkling chandelier hung from the ceiling, with metal wires twisting around every lightbulb. The table was covered all over with cloth, and there were two plates stacked with food opposite each other. Harry walked over to one side and pushed back the chair.

"For you, my love."

You slide in to the chair, and thank him. He sits down shortly after you, and you begin to dig in the food with your utensils. Roasted turkey with delicious sides. You couldn't get enough of it. For the whole year, it felt like life would never change. You had no motivation to wake up for the next morning, because it seemed as if everything was in a closed, repeating loop. So far, Harry looked like he would be in the rest of your life. No need to wonder about whether he liked you back or not. He asked you out in the first place. Knowing your romantic life was secure made you feel so excited, it gave you a stomachache.

A few minutes after the stomachache, you start to feel a headache coming on. Some sort of nausea, you think. Maybe you let the excitement get to your head. You recall a breathing exercise your mother once taught you. It didn't work. Suddenly, your vision gets distorted, and you desperately cling to the cloth on the table for balance.

"Harry, I'm feeling kind of sick. I should get going. I am so sorry. I should probably rest for a bit, then I'm sure I'll be fine. I promise I'll text you tomorrow once I wake up," you say quickly, pushing back your chair, getting ready to leave.

"Wake up? Oh, I don't know if you'll be doing any of that," he smiled. He tugged on a thread of the tablecloth, and the chandelier crashed on the table.

"What?" You feel extremely confused, but you think it's just the sickness. Bad case of the flu.

"I poisoned your food. You thought you had a chance against me, Harry Styles? We need to remove the stupid people from this world. You might be rich, but no amount of money will get you some braincells. Pity you. Any last words?"

Your vision fades to black, and his laughter echoes in your ears. 

"I trusted you."

the end.

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wc: 1145
tried to include some more fluff in this one, hehe. i think the ending was too fairy tale like though. maybe next time i'll make it a bit more realistic, not every imagine should end that happily. thank you for reading again! ^ - ^