Harry Styles Imagines

19 You + Me.

We arrive slightly earlier than we are meant to. I kick myself for not asking for their numbers, so I could prepare if they decided to ditch. "Mate, you're making me nervous. Quit pacing." I look down to his seated form, realizing I am walking back and forth and twiddling my thumbs aggressively. I look like a maniac.

"Sorry." I sit next to him. We organized a private study room, luckily Mason knew the library assistant, she's in his theology course and she took a liking to him. A little empty promise of a lunch date after class and we were in. "I'm just anxious, I guess."

He nods and begins, "you don't even know the girl and you're already smitten." I attempt to correct him, "shut up. You are pacing like a freak. You practically turned into a toddler when she came up and you're going to freak out when you realize she's walking over." I whip around to see an empty library sans the regulars that were here when we arrived.

"Ha-ha very funny, you prick."

"But you aren't smitten?" He smirks evilly.

"Okay, maybe I am. She's just gorgeous, man. And she seems genuine." He nods along. "I don't know. I guess I'm ready to get into a serious situation, every girl I've been with is so ordinary and doesn't last. I'm bloody 23 for goodness sake. I need to find someone so I can attempt to settle down."

And before I could finish that sentence, I heard her laugh, for real, I turned around just as quickly as before and made direct eye contact with her as she waltzed toward our room. "Fancy, boys, I have tried so many times to get a study room and she always rolls her eyes and tells me to fuck off." We all laugh and get ready, she mumbled something about Beatrice needing extra time to get ready, something about wanting to impress a guy who always worked here on Monday's. "She's very particular, so this guy must be something special." Her laugh is contagious. I don't even know the situation and I'm laughing. Mason mocks me in the corner, I wish I could throw my shoe at him, but they're tied and she may think I'm mental. So, I settle for a middle finger and a mouthed, 'I'll get you later, bitch.'

"Harry!" She scolds me, giggling all the while. "Treat people with kindness, bubba." She laughs even harder now, Mason following suit and I just admire her from my chair. Amazed at such a sweet girl, a heart of gold and someone I couldn't imagine not having in my life.

•

"Harry, stop moving!" Hampstead scolds. Her craft scissors scaling the ends of my hair. I was in desperate need of a trim, but I didn't have a barber in Heath. "Your hair will look like shit if you don't sit still." I was having trouble remaining calm, my ass ached from sitting on the tiled floor of her childhood kitchen for so long. She was meticulous in her craft, she didn't want me to look manic for my first meeting with her grandparents. Her parents loved me, weirdly enough, especially her dad. We got on so well.

"Baby, my ass hurts." She giggled. She stopped her motions for a moment and I laid on my stomach a few feet away, giving my backside some breathing room. I felt her little body sitting on top of my back moments later, the comb and scissors doing their movements again, but now my ass wasn't on fire. "Thank you."

"Are you excited?" She asked.

"I'm nervous actually." She rubbed my shoulders slightly, placing the comb and scissors down beside her, seemingly done with my mane.

"Why?" She laid down beside me, her arms supporting her head as she looked at me, I stared at her for a second.

"What if they don't like me?" Her eyes searched  mine and they read solace, something I had longed for my entire life. We started dating just weeks after that study session. Beatrice needed a lift home and Mason left me there to 'bond'. We kissed that night and she didn't speak to me for days after. I took it as I moved too fast or worse, she hated me. She later told me she was terrified of her feelings for me, how they had grown so quickly. She immediately called her mum and sister to spill about our affair. They told her to take the leap. And here we are. Two years later. I'm graduated and studying at Cambridge, she's applying in the fall. We are happier than ever and still, I am terrified of losing her. And what better way to do that than to disappoint the grandparents.

"They'll love you, bubba." She smiled. Running her fingers through my freshly cut hair. I closed my eyes at the feeling. She truly calms me. "You're my favorite person in this world. And soon, you'll be there's too." She rose up and kissed my towel covered shoulder. "Let's go get your hair styled."

•

"How did we end up here?" I laughed to Mason. He shrugged. "This is insane." I looked out to my yard, where my girls ran through the sprinkler I just installed. "I'm married with a kid."

"You're married with a kid." He repeated. Laughing along with me. He raised his beer and gently waited for me to reciprocate. "To stupid uni decisions." I clinked my beer to his. "Who would've thought a useless study session at college would lead to this?"

"I definitely never thought it would, but hey, even stranger things have happened." I nodded over to his wife, the one and only Beatrice whom was giggling at my family whilst planting roses Hampstead had always wanted, her swollen belly just barely small enough to allow her to do yard work. "I can't believe this is our life."

"Believe it man, we have to believe it or it'll disappear." Before I could comment on his morbid thoughts, my little girl can bombarding my lap, her mum following suit, each girl on each knee, both looking at me in adoration. I kissed my wife, and planted a similar one atop my daughter head. I couldn't think to tell them anything, all I did was thank God in that moment, for once I felt at peace and it was all because of a study session in a library.