Harry sat quietly in the back of the tour bus, sniffling as he looks at pictures of you he's got saved on his phone. One would think you've broken up if they saw something as upsetting as this, but that's not quite the case.
You see, he just misses his little angel, her soft kisses, and the teasing he'd receive on daily. He's five months into the tour and he honestly never thought he'd make it that far. Nothing in this world compares to seeing you, holding you, loving on you.
He needs you; physically. Not through a camera. He misses hearing your voice in person, not through a speaker. He loves his fans dearly, but his love for you incomparable.
His head shoots up as he hears the curtain to the back lounge whip open, only to have Niall lean against the frame in silence. He sighs quietly. "You know, I hate seeing you like this, mate. It's not like you'll never see her again." He speaks, his blue eyes holding compassion for the sad boy in front of him.
The second Niall finishes his sentence, Harry looks up at him with glossy, green eyes.
"I just miss her so much." Harry croaks.
Niall frowns deeply and walks over to his weeping friend, sitting down next to him. Harry's arms immediately wrap around him, letting out quiet sobs into his bicep. Niall pats his back.
"You've only got three months to go," he encourages, "and then you'll be in her arms and /not/ in mine." A chuckle slips from the blonde's lips, Harry doing the same thing shortly after.
"Yeah," he simply replies.
That was another thing that was incomparable; your embrace.
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Harry Styles Imagines
FanfictionNo, this is not a fanfiction to answer anyone's question. This is going to be used for when I have a cute story idea in my head and I'm too lazy to turn it into an actual story. So, to make this short, this is a complete list of imagines. Disclaime...
