Harry Styles Imagines

Stormy eyes

"I need to go check on my daughter, this was one of the best days of my life. I honestly gave up trying to meet you and now that I have I really don't want to just drive away. I know that there is a high chance than I will never even see you again." I looked down at my Chelsea boots and stopped talking once I realised how love struck I sounded.

"But if I gave you my number then you could meet me again." He was actually saying this? Or was this just some weird dream I was in where thoughts of the past made their way into the present?

"You would actually give me your number?" I couldn't help but sound surprised, I would only know of this happening on fanfics.

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The drive to Evan's was full of thoughts of Harry, he clouded my mind. It was intoxicatingly taking away my focus. The only time he went since I met him was when I saw Evan for the first time in months, I didn't love him anymore but I still cared. He was a huge part of my life, it hurt seeing us act so distant when I can still see the vivid memories in my mind.

After I kissed my little girl goodbye, I sat in my car and weeped. I shouldn't have been feeling sorry for myself but I did. If only my life could have been the way it was about two years ago when we were both happy together as a proper family.

My actions took control and before I knew it, I was crying on the phone to Harry. He insisted I met him in this little bakery in Holmes Chapel, I was assuming it was the one he worked in when he was 16. The drive only took about 15-20 minutes which wasn't very long. My heart pounded against my rib cage, the feeling of meeting Harry again gave me a mixture of emotions. It was so hard to get my head around, if I had ever thought of this happening when I was younger then I would think I was in denial.

When I got to the bakery I noticed Harry hadn't arrived yet, I went to the till and ordered a green tea. The shop worker brought my tea over in under five minutes. Harry still hasn't arrived which made me over think. I sipped my tea for a few minutes longer until i started to become paranoid.

I got up to leave but as I opened the door to walk out, Harry was walking in. This caused me to tumble backwards and land on the floor; this was embarrassing. I peered up at him, looking directly in his stormy green eyes. That was something unique about him, there were no eyes like them. He offered me a hand to help me up which I accepted, I knew my cheeks were becoming painted with a crimson shade.

"I thought you weren't coming..." I softly spoke.

"Of course I was, just busy was all. You've probably had a drink already so why don't you just come back to my mums place?" He offered. I remember Anne, she was so kind. She noticed one of my paintings of Harry once and told me she had shown him, I wonder if he remembered. I may have to ask him.

"Yeah sure I will." I swear this is just a weird dream because this shouldn't be happening. Me actually hanging out with my teenage idol.

Soon enough we were sitting on Harry's childhood bed, I remember it from the photo where he had beer bottles surrounding him and a pillow covering his crotch. I still thought it was a weird photo. We watched some romantic film on Netflix, I had never heard of it before. He told me it was pretty decent so I agree to watch it with him. I was laid down with my head resting on his chest as I kept my eyes on the tv, his hand was around my waist. Every now and then his hand would travel lower on my body but high on my thigh. It kept my heart beat racing, my mind would go into overtime.