Harry Styles Imagines

58 - Revealing the end (au)

PERSONAL IMAGINE

Revealing the end

                                 Harry plops down with a bowl full of nachos as I turn the movie on and sit down next to him to have a comfortable movie night with him. Twenty minutes later and I'm already bored. The movie is like every other movie. The end so obvious I don't even need to watch it because I know what will happen.

 My best friend seems to realize that something is wrong and puts the bowl on the little coffee table to turn to me with a confused expression on his face.

 "Lucy? Are you ok?"

 "Why did you choose this movie?" I ask him instead of giving him an answer.

 "Because it's a romantic comedy? I thought girls love that."

 "I don't know," I say, he probably thinks I'm a complete weirdo now, "The plot, the end it is all just so obvious. They both meet and become something like best friends, one of them falls in love with the person's new best friend because he or she realizes how great he or she actually is, something stupid happens, the one who already fell for the friend apologizes whilst confessing their love, the other one realizes 'oh shit I love my best friend', they kiss and live happily ever after."

 "So you already know I love you?"

 His sentence hit me like a bus and I look at him in a dither.

 "Huh?"

 Either his words sucked every tiny bit of air out of this room so my brain does not get enough oxygen to think and I will die any minute because my brain runs out of oxygen which would kill me. Or I'm just completely taken aback by the fact that he said something like he loves me and I'm in so much shock that I'm not in the condition to come to terms with what he just told me.

 And even though the words that Harry loves me were my wish for three long years, now that he finally said them I can't and I don't want to believe him. It is surreal. He just said that to confuse me. He loves to make a bad joke but this, this was a really bad and low joke.

 I'm definitely thinking too much.

 "You heard me."

 "Yeah," I breathe and shake my head slightly, trying to realize what he just fucking told me, "Why did you tell me that?"

 "You said the ending of the movie is obvious so my love for you has to be obvious for you as well because you basically just described our relationship."

 "Wait, you...you love me? I mean like what do you mean with you love me? This love that someone has for their best friend or this love someone has for a brother or a sister or—"

 "I love you like someone loves his girlfriend, his wife, the one that I will always love."

 "Since...when?" My brain is still not in the condition to think.

 "Too long," Harry says, "I've always loved you, didn't you see that?"

 "I...no...I always thought you would like someone else. Chelsea for example."

 Chelsea is this one girl, this one fucking perfect girl. Every boy likes her and she is friends with Harry as well (not as good as he is with me, though). I always thought they would have a thing going on but nope! he is love with someone else. Someone who is me.

 "Hell, she is not half as funny or as beautiful or as smart as you are and she will never be. No girl will ever be like you."

 I giggle and yes, maybe I even start blushing. "Charmer."

 Harry grins and we still sit with that stupid pillow between us although I would like to throw it away and kiss him. "Maybe," he says chuckling.

 "I like you, too, you know?"

 "You just like me? Like you like your best friend or—" Harry says, grinning and I roll my eyes.

 "No, I love you like someone who loves their boyfriend." 

"That sounds much better," Harry says and finally—finally—he throws the damn pillow, that has separated us, away, "Let me kiss you then."

 And before I can answer or even nod he kisses me and I wish he would never stop. I saw in many movies that the room around them has faded away and I always thought that would be bullshit but here I am, kissing Harry and the room seems to fade away. This new but awesome feeling shoots through my body and I even climb on his lap to get even close to him.

 "Hey baby, calm down." Harry chuckles, not leaving my lips though. His hands wander to my waist, "I love you, Lucy, so much."

 "I love you, too." I tell him as we continue with kissing and cuddling and telling ourselves how stupid we were for not confessing our love to each other earlier.

 I can tell you every movie plot of those stupid romantic comedies that everyone loves. I can tell you who will end up with whom. I can tell you what will happen in the next scene.

But I never could have told you that my best friend feels the same way about me as I do for him.