Harry Styles imagines

Chapter 1// missing him

"Hello love" Harry's voice crackles through the phone. 

"Hi Harry! How are you holding up?" You question him, knowing this tour has been especially hard for him.

"Alright, this tour has been bloody tiring though. I have a show in five. Did you wake yourself up again? What time is it there?" Concern is clear in his voice. You can also tell he's tired, but always excited and hoping to impress the fans in audience. You're a little disappointed that you can't talk longer, but you know that he does his best to keep in touch and talk whenever he can.

"Baby it's fine. I don't have to work until later tomorrow." You reassure him, knowing he's a worrier. 

"Y/N You have to stop doing that! You'll tire yourself out with a sleep schedule as chaotic as the one you're on!" He chuckles. "I sure as hell like it though, talking to you whenever I can is probably the only thing that keeps me sane." He laughs again. You giggle. "Me too! Ugh, I miss you" You stick your lip out, then realize he can't see.

 "I'm so sorry, I miss you too. So much, but I have to go. This is almost the last show. I'll be home soon babe." He sounds a little melancholy.

"Harry, it's fine. I understand. Just miss you is all. Break a leg! Talk soon okay? I love you." You say smiling. You've never been upset when he has to go play a show or get on another plane, maybe just a little lonely. Although knowing that it's getting closer to the end of the tour does makes you happy. You can start to hear the crowd screaming, and Liam yelling for everyone to get up and gather around.

"I love you too Y/N. Can't wait to see you. Gotta go!" He hangs up, and it sounds like he's happier. The adrenaline must have kicked in. You set you're phone down and get up from the couch, deciding to make yourself a cup of tea. It's around 1:00AM in LA where you are, but Harry is playing one of their last shows in London. Waking yourself up to talk to your boyfriend has become a regular thing, funny enough. You pass Harry's room, and get even more sad. You blow off the tea, and decide to sleep in there tonight. You curl up in his white sheets and a tear slips from your eye. You can smell him on the sheets, and your heart longs for him to be there with you. You fall asleep imagining his arms around you, and dream of when he can be there with you once more.

(hey guys!! so i decided to start this book purely out of my love of harry..... i hope you enjoy! also check out my book hands. thanks!! please vote and comment, i'll try to update every sunday xox :)