Harry Styles Imagines

In Case You Didn't Know.

There was somethin' bout that kiss, girl, it did me in, it got me thinkin', I'm thinkin'.

Growing up, I always said my goal was to find a Prince Charming; someone to have and to hold all the days of my life. Someone to protect me when bad things happen. Someone to care when the entire world shifts. Someone who wants me just as much as I want them.

As I grew older, this goal became unfathomable, unreachable. Men didn't care about me. Men didn't want me for who I truly was. And I always tend to think with that thing in my chest rather than the thing in my head.

I think love, despite how desperate everyone is to find it, is one of the most difficult things to obtain and because of this, when you find it, you tend to think it's not real. You look for any reason as to why someone could actually love you and when you realize you've had that love that everyone prays for, you've let it slip through your fingers.

For some people, you find that person and your entire being becomes whole and it's like your entire world finally makes sense, but I never got that feeling. At least not with someone I should have.

•

"Bad boys are dangerous." I hate my best friend in this moment. Another day. Another wasted conversation where my blasphemous actions are blasted for the world to hear. "They tell you what you want to hear and the next minute, they're gone."

Harry.

That's who she is referring to. The one boy in town who managed to sweep me off my feet and then when he saw fit, drop me right on my ass. 

I didn't mean to fall in love with him. It just happened.

He warned me, though. Damnit, did he warn me.

•

"Who's that?" I muttered to my raven haired best friend. She looked across the crowded club, where the tall, slender, curly haired man resided.

His eyes, although darkened by what I assumed was the alcohol and the strobe lights, seemed to glimmer a deep shade of jade in this toxic space.

"Him?" She pointed. "That's Harry Styles. Stay far away from that lad." I cowered, shocked by the name. Fitting. He matched the name perfectly, but with that name brought wonder, mystery.

"Why?" I continued moving to the music.

"He's trouble."

Later that night, she grew tired and wanted to leave. I already decided where I'd be for the remainder of the night.

He hadn't kept his eyes off of me since I spotted him and boy did I want to know why.

"Go ahead and head back, I'll catch a ride with Lou!" Her face said it all, she was terrified, but her sleepiness took over and she left me with my dangerous mission.

I approached him. His eyes still following my small movements.

"Harry, right?" He looked taken aback by my statement, as though no one had ever addressed him by name before. He nodded. I pushed my loose curls away from my face and introduced myself.

He reached his hand out and just before I went to shake it, he snaked his hand to the small of my back, pulling me forward. My chest hitting his and my eyes immediately sunk to the floor. His other hand, the one I could've swore was holding a drink just moments before grasped my chin delicately. His calloused hand stroking my soft skin to meet his gaze.

"Nice to meet you. I've been watching you." His smirk was terrifying, but welcoming and despite everything in me telling me to run, I stayed. "I'm dangerous, don't you know?" I shook my head vigorously.