Harry Styles Imagines

In Case You Didn't Know.

"You don't seem dangerous to me." I smirked back.

"Oh, believe me, darling. I'm not the right man for you."

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He bewildered me. And from that night on, I saw him everyday.

"Do you think we need a kettle?" Moving in with your best friend is an odd situation; deciding what was necessary and what wasn't was proving to be a difficult feat. We only had so much money for inessential spending.

"I'm not sure. Why don't we separate and get what we feel is necessary and then meet back up and sort?" She nodded and we separated.

Toilet paper holder, bath mat, small cabinet for medicinal things.

All of my things tumbled to the floor as I collided with a hard body. I pitied myself for being such a cliché. Fumbling to pick up my things, I frantically began to apologize.

"Oh sweet girl, it's alright." That deep voice filled my ears as I saw him putting my bath mat into a trolley. "You should really use one of these, they're quite helpful for clumsy little birds like yourself." That damn smirk.

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He didn't seem to leave my side after that. That day in the shops proved to be his mojo ammunition and I couldn't get enough of his darkened exterior. He was so magnificent to me. Everything about him just seemed so different and I couldn't get enough.

He on the other hand, didn't understand me or why I wanted him so badly. Quickly, his insecurities peeked through.

"I don't get it. Why do you want me?" His hands frantically combed through his already disheveled hair. "We are sitting on the hillside because we can't be seen together and you're happy! I don't understand you."

For the first time in our relationship or whatever this was, I was seeing him become vulnerable. His legs curled up so his knees were pulled into his chest and his head ever so delicately placed itself atop them.

He was pouting, but he looked so peaceful, despite every fiber of his being questioning why I adored him.

We couldn't be seen together. Not after all that happened in his past, at least not yet. He wasn't ready and I respected that.

"I do this because I care for you. I like you and I enjoy getting to know you. I want you. All of you. In every way I can. And if that means sitting on the hill alone or pulling away from a kiss if we hear a noise or running away to the next town over for dinner, then so be it." His head turned to me. His childish position still stood.

"I'm so bad for you." I rushed to pull him into my side, he uncurled just enough to cuddle into me. "I'm broken, baby. I hurt everyone I care about."

His mum left him when he was young. His dad was all he had, but when he crashed his car last year, after a drunken night out, everyone saw him as a monster who didn't care for anyone's life but his own. His dad did everything he could to save his reputation, but Harry gave up. He told his dad he'd move out, save him the embarrassment. I'm not sure who it hurt more.

They didn't see him the way I did.

"Harry." I beckoned. He shook his head no. "Please look at me." His jade eyes, glistening with tears, although he'd never admit it, finally penetrated my own. "You're not your mistakes. You're not everyone's opinions. You're not your past." The tear that managed to spill, I decided to wipe away, but I continued quickly before he could feel he was weak. "You're not broken. You're fixable. And I want to be the person to do it." His smile finally emerged and I knew from that day forward, I would do anything, everything to make sure it stayed that way.