Dirty Imagine (Harry Styles)

~~A/N Thank you Brooke for asking for an imagine. I hope you like it!~~

Brooke's P.O.V

"Brooke your going to be late. Hurry up!" My mom yelled from downstairs.

Lets just say that my life is over. Why? You may ask. My mom thinks that it would be in my best interest to stay with my dad because for the unfortunate event of their divorce. I, however, don't want to live with my father but apparently that not my decision. I am going to be eighteen next week and I told my mom that I could do what I want; that also didn't appeal to my mother.

If I'm being totally honest, I feel that my parent aren't necessarily thinking about me first. It may sound selfish but it's not my fault that they decided to not be together anymore. Contradicting the situation of my parents, the  biggest part that I am going to miss is seeing my boyfriend. We decided to give the long distance relationship a try I mean it could work, right? We both agrees that we don't want to be like my parents. He is the best thing that has happened to me and we can get through this.

I gather all my things and take one last look around to see if I forgot anything, but also reliving all the great memories that I've had growing up in this room. Memories of friendships, school dances, and all the wonderful memories with Harry.

I get downstairs and see my mom. I told Harry to meet us at the airport not wanting to spend the whole car ride talking about how we will miss eachother because I hate goodbyes.

When we arrive at the airport I see Harry waiting there for me. I walk up to him.

"I don't want to go." I whisper not trusting my voice as I hug him.

"Then don't." He sniffled holding back tears.

"What?" I gasp.

"Well I know that you didn't want to go live in America with your dad so this morning I went to go look at apartments and I got one. I figured that instead of you going to America you could just move in with me. I mean I know that your mom may not approve but your turning eighteen next week so there is not much she can do about it.

I don't know what to think because this is alot to take in at one time. I mean I would love to move in with Harry, but we're so young. I don't want to live with my dad and my mom won't let me stay with her so I guess I can try it out.

"Okay." I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

"Really." Harry not believing that I agreed.

"Yeah we just have to tell my mom." I say not looking forward to what is going to happen when she reacts.

We walk over to my mom she looks confused.

"Why haven't you got your ticket yet?" She inquires.

"Because I am not going." I blurt.

"What do you mean your not going. Your going to get on that plane and go to your fathers." She was stern.

Harry was staying quiet probably because he didn't want to say the wrong thing and then turn everything into a mess.

"I am not going to my fathers. Harry was looking for an apartments anyway when he came up with the idea that I could move in with him. I like the idea and I don't care if you object because I am turning eighteen next week and I don't care if I have to fly to America and then fly back on my birthday I will." I say hoping see will be somewhat lenient.

She looks at Harry to get some kind of confirmation.

"It is true the apartment is ready to go I got everything finalized this morning before I came here." He said.