Harry Styles Imagines

•Don't do it •

"Harry," you began, like there was more to the sentence, but his name just hung between you, the sentence unfinished. He rushed on.

"I know that you're getting married. I know it's bad timing. But if I didn't tell you now, I'd regret it for the rest of my life. You're the love of my life, Y/N. And I know that if you marry Thomas... YOU'LL regret it for the rest of your life." Now you were mad. What was he on about?

"Harry, you don't even-"

"I don't know what I'm talking about, right? Is that why you can't even look at me when you're talking about him? Is that why you can't even tell me that you love him?"

You stopped trying to argue, only stared at him in silent wonder. This was the boy who taught you how to fish, who taught you how to ride a bike, who YOU taught how to kiss. He's been around since you were both in diapers, you've been around since you were once taller than the now giant, way back when. He knew you inside and out. And now he expected you to believe that he was in love with you?

"Y/N. I was there when you fell off the trampoline and had to go to the hospital because you blacked out. I was there when you broke the fence to sneak into my yard to catch fireflies when your mom wouldn't let me come over. I've always been here. And I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I'm not going anywhere, ever." His green eyes seemed to set your body on fire.

"Why haven't you said anything before?" You demanded, sitting up. Harry sat up as well. "Why did you wait until I was ENGAGED? What did you expect me to say, huh? That I'd just leave Thomas for you? You're insane!" You were panicking like you always did. You found yourself moving to stand, to run away. You were never good at handling a situation like this one, not that you'd ever been put in this situation before.

Harry's hand enclosed around your wrist, easily. His hand was so much bigger than your wrist that he probably could have wrapped his hand around twice. "Stop."

Something in his voice made you pause. "Don't you dare run away from me. You feel something for me, don't you? I can tell. If you didn't, your heart wouldn't be racing like this. If you didn't, your cheeks wouldn't be flushed. If you didn't, you wouldn't have kissed me back." He stared at you.

"I'm marrying Thomas," you said, trying to sound firm, but your voice shook dangerously.

"Don't," he said again, as though it was that simple.

"Harry," you replied, trying to pull away. "You need to stop it right now."

"NO!" You didn't expect his yell, and you froze with surprise. "I WON'T stop!" He easily pushed you down and quickly pinned you to the ground. You struggled against him, that panicky feeling back in your chest, but there was no use in fighting him. He was too strong.

"Get off!" You cried.

"You're afraid of being alone," he said, ignoring you. "You're afraid of being hurt, and so you're settling. You're picking the easy way out. I KNOW you, Y/N. And I'm not going to let you make a mistake like this. I'm not. So don't do it."

"Get off," you said again, but your voice was barely above a whisper. He glared.

"Has he seen you as soon as you wake up, with your hair sticking a mile up? Has he smelled your morning breath, and not run away? Has he kissed you in the way that sets your blood on fire?" His eyes darkened. "Has he imagined you, naked, begging for him?" Your heart stopped. "Well, I have. All of those things I have. And no matter what decision you make, I'm not going anywhere. You're funny, so funny you have me laughing until I cry. You're dorky, you think clouds look like bunnies. You're beautiful, you take my breath away. You're everything I've EVER wanted. And I will stand up in that church the SECOND I get a chance, and I will take back what's mine."

"You can't do this," you said, feeling like you were dreaming. If Harry wasn't holding you down, you would pinch yourself. You've had dreams like this, too many to count. Not that you'd ever admit that to Harry. Not that you wanted to feel his lips on yours again. Not that you wanted to tell him you loved him too. Your eyes stung with tears, and you were surprised that his eyes were watery as well.

"I'm not going to let you go," he whispered. "I've waited so long to tell you. Too long. But I can't let you walk away. I need you, Y/N. I need you to wake me up because I've slept in until 2. I need you to slap me when I'm being a dick. I need you to take care of me when I'm sick, and I need you to make love to me at every possible minute." Your stomach clenched. "I need you to love me."

"Harry," your voice cracked, and he entwined his fingers with your left ones. You felt a tear slide down your cheek. Not because you were sad, but because Harry gave you the tingles that Thomas never did, that nobody ever had. But you were scared, terrified even. But of course, Harry knew that. He's seen you at your worst, screaming and crying and red with anger. He's seen you at your best, decked out to the nines as his date to the prom. And yet he seemed to love you anyways. And, impossibly, undeniably, he was still here, fighting for you.

"You're never going to be alone again," he whispered, letting his gaze bore holes into you head, from the intensity.

And then you were kissing him as hard as you could until your lips were bruised and your tears ran together. Until you didn't know where Harry started and you ended.

You kissed him because you finally knew what it felt like to be in love.