Harry Styles Imagine Memories (Part 1)

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Tonight Harry was taking me on a date, he won't tell me where but he did tell me to dress up fancy. Right now Harry was working so I took this opportunity to get ready. I had a shower earlier so my hair was already dry. I put on a lovely floaty black dress which is cut of at the thy. I did my make up neutral, eyeliner at the waterline only. I was ready to go.
'Tamaraaaaaaa' Harry called up the stairs ' I'm hooommmeee'
I walked down the stairs, swinging my hips in a slightly seductive manner.
'WOW babe, you look amazing' Harry said, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
'Thank you' I say blushing slightly.
' Ready to go?' Harry askes
'Of course' I say as Harry hands me my coat.
wow, what a gentleman!
* Back to present*
I cant move, all I can feel is the tears trickle down my face. I wipe my eyes for the first time since Harry left. My mascara was everywhere. I put the picture of me an Harry on our first date down and slowly walked to the bathroom.
*Flashback*
Dinner was going great. Harry and I were having a lovely conversation about his next tour when I heard my name being called, I turn my head around and see my old friend from school Henry.
'Oh my god, Hi Henry' I say as I get out of my chair and hug him.
Henry and I made some small talk, talking about old times. I could tell Harry was getting a bit jealous.
'Anyway Henry I better go now, I'll call you soon and we and go for lunch and catch up' I say giving him a hug
'Sure, bye Tamara' he says walking away
I sit back down
'Have a nice little chat with your boyfriend?' Harry asks sarcastically.
'Harry, no, don't be like this' I hiss at him 'Should we order main course'
'Not hungry' Harry mumbles as he stands up, chucking a £50 on the table and walking of...
*Back to present*
I walk into the bathroom and look for my blade. When I first met Harry I cut the whole time. He was the reason I stopped. He told me to chuck it away but I couldn't. I never planned for Harry leaving, and I never thought I would
*Flashback*
The whole car ride home was silent. The moment we entered the house Harry started shouting at me. I let him, 'I'm going to let it get it out of his system' I thought.
'Your such a slut' He screamed at me 'No wonder your Dad left'
Oh no he didn't. I started arguing back.
'That's it, I'm leaving' He screamed as he grabbed his coat and left.
*Back to present*
I shakily hold the blade between my fingers, dragging it horizontally along my scared skin a couple of times, building up the confidence to do it. With a deep breath and tears streaming down my face I slide the blade vertically up my wrist, I watch as the blood pools out of my arm and onto the floor. I can see dark spots. I'm so weak. The last thing I did was text Harry the words 'I'm sorry'. Just as I'm about to pass out I hear my name being called...

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