Collection of Imagines/One-Shots

Harry Styles: When we were 18 (Tumblr)

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It’s 8:15 when I’m awoken from my slumber by voices downstairs. One voice in particular is one that I have been waiting to hear for almost a year now. Today is the day my best friend, Harry Styles, returns home on a break from his constant touring. He’d been home a few times but our schedules were never right, I was always at uni when he came home.
I can hear my mum fussing over him, asking if he wants a cup of tea for what must be the fiftieth time. We grew up next door to each other so my mum treats him like her own, regardless of how famous he gets.
"Is she just upstairs?" I hear his smooth voice ask.
"Yes hun, I think she’s still asleep but go wake her up I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you" My mum has always, not so secretly hoped for me and Harry to get together. Always hinting that he is perfect son in law material.

I feel butterflies spread through my tummy. Harry and I have always been best friends but the last time he has visited we have been more than that. When he came home last Christmas, we stupidly decided to finish all of the alcohol left from Christmas Day which resulted in us having sex. The worst thing about it was that, to me, it didn’t feel wrong. It should have felt so so wrong, I mean he was my best friend, but it didn’t. He left the next day to head back to L.A and we never mentioned it in our texts.
I didn’t know how things were going to turn out today. Should I just act normally? Should I bring it up? Before I can collect my thoughts, Harry’s footsteps sound up the stairs. I quickly rush to straighten my hair and take a swill of mouthwash. I’m just about spitting it out when he bursts through my door.

"Y/L/N??" He shouts, obviously confused by the lack of my presence in my bedroom.

"Styles!" I pop my head out from my en suite and lay my eyes on him for what feels like the first time in forever. Yes, there’s always photos of him in the newspapers and on the hundreds of blogs that I follow but nothing is like the real thing. His hair has grown out, it’s down to his shoulders now. I like it, a lot. Not that I’d share that information with him.

I don’t have long before Harry is closing the distance between us, he presses his body against mine in the tightest of cuddles. The smell of his cologne intoxicates me and I feel dizzy in his presence. All of the feelings I had last Christmas come rushing back, this is exactly what I was worried about. He slowly loosens his grip on me, moving his hands to my face as if to examine me closer.

“You look different Y/N” He says with a slightly concerned look on his face
“That’s what happens when you don’t see a person in the flesh for nearly a year, Styles. My face isn’t plastered all over every magazine for you to look at when you miss me.” I say pointing to the Heat magazine next to my bed “Plus, I changed my hair” 
A wide grin spreads across his face making him look even more beautiful “Hmm… So you’re admitting you stalk me then? Have you got a scrapbook of cut-outs of my pictures?” He moves across the room, casually lounging on my bed
“No, but I do have one of Niall” I tease back, Harry has always warned me to stay away from the other boys stating that they were not good enough for me. 
He pulls me down to the bed so that I’m sitting right next to him and lays his arm over my thighs. 
“I’ll have to let him know, he will be thrilled” He states and breaks into a laugh.
Although I’m happy to see him laugh, it stings slightly that he didn’t react to the Niall comment. Even before last Christmas, he would have responded with some protective comment whereas now he seemed to give it his blessing.

I tried to shake these thoughts, he was my best friend, that was last year and I wasn’t going to waste my time with him. I refused to let my favourite memory with Harry this year be seeing him in concert alongside thousands of screaming fans. This was our time together.
We spent the next few hours watching Netflix and catching up on each other’s year. It felt as if no time had passed since we were last together.

As the credits rolled from the final film, Harry lifted his head from my lap and reached out for his phone.
“Shit, is that the time?” It was 2:30 am, time passed way too fast when I was with Harry. “I better get going, I promised I’d go out for breakfast with Gem in the morning” He ran his hands through his curly hair and stood up, putting on his long green coat. 
I reluctantly got up from my bed and walked him down to the front door, trying to be as quiet as possible and not wake my parents. 

Harry reached the door first and turned to see me creeping down the last few steps. His face spread into a smile and a laugh erupted from his mouth.
“Shhhh!” I hissed “You’re going to wake up my mum and believe me she won’t think you’re the golden boy then!”
“You’re so cute Y/L/N” An embarrassed expression spread across his face, as if he hadn’t thought before the words slipped out.
“You’re not so bad yourself Mr. Styles” I winked. Why did I wink? What was wrong with me? My cheeks started to burn.
Harry looked down at his shoes. I had made it awkward, I knew it. Why did I have to try to flirt? I moved closer to him to apologise, reaching my hand out to touch his arm.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his body, closing the gap between us. Suddenly his hands were on my face, and his lips were crushing into mine. I felt myself melt into him and I began to kiss him back, tasting him once again. My hands ran through his hair, pulling slightly.
I had missed this. I didn’t know how much I needed this. 
His hands ran down my lower back, edging along the rim of my jogger bottoms giving me goose bumps all over.

Suddenly we were interrupted by a noise upstairs from my parents room, with that we broke the kiss. Harry’s hands found my face and he placed two gentle kisses on my forehead.
“Y/N, We need to talk” He said breathlessly. “I have to go but you’ll come to Louis’ party tomorrow?” He asked with a sense of urgency.
“Yes, of course I’ll come but what….”
“I’ll pick you up at 7, so until then goodnight love” He grinned and walked into the cold night. 
I lingered slightly at the door until the cold air forced me to close it. We definitely needed to talk….