Harry Styles Imagines

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Preview: You're going on the Late show with James Corden which is your first public appearance since the break up with Harry..

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I enter through the curtains in a mid-length, body tight, pale yellow dress with a white cardigan and waved, putting on a fake smile. James came over and kissed each of my cheeks like we had rehearsed then went over to his chair while I sat down on the chairs.

"Y/N Y/L/N, how are you!" James exclaimed, clapping his hands and silencing the crowds. I shrugged, not knowing Harry was watching at home with Niall as they're best friends, even after 1D broke up 3 years ago. "I'm okay, I'm okay" I answered, pulling my cardigan up. "Well, just making sure, but tonight we are here to answer some questions about the new single you've released, exciting!" He told me, bringing up a picture of me recording in the studio. "Of course of course, as you all know it's called Moral of the Story, you've all heard it so I guess you know what it's about and I also wrote it with Niall Horan" I laughed, scratching my neck. "Well shall we play a snippet of the song for those who haven't?" James suggested, pointing of the crew.

*~ The snippet ~*
Some mistakes get made,
That's alright, that's okay,
You can think that you're in love,
When you're really just in pain,
Some mistakes get made,
That's alright, that's okay,
In the end it's better for me,
That's the moral of the story, babe
*~ End of Snippet ~*

"It's incredible, and it's already number one in 50 countries!" James cried, clapping his hands. I smiled faintly and looked down "I find sometimes that if I write music with other people, and just make the music on with them and no management they have so much more meaning and are so much more successful they are like A Thousand Years was" I explained, putting my hands on my lap. "That is so true, now is it okay if we have the audience ask a few questions?" He asked and I nodded.

"Okay, man over there in the beanie!" James said, pointing. "Um hi, my names George and my question is what is your favourite song you've written about somebody?" He asked then sat down. I hum "Probably, Y'know it's changed recently but currently it's California Girls, I wrote about a holiday I had with some friends" I replied, taking a glass of water. "And what was the old one?" James asked, raising an eyebrow. "Umm... it was style" I hesitantly told him. He started dancing around in his chair "You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt!" He sung jokingly, pointing at his jacket and running his hands through his hair.

After many many questions it was the last one and a young girl, probably 13, 14, stood up with her mum. "Um- hi, you're my favourite person ever but, I just wanted to ask, if you're okay?" She stammered, fidgeting with her hands. My smile slowly crept away "Well, I'm not currently too happy but I'm alright, what about you sweetheart?" I asked, looking at her. "I'm- I'm good, I hope you feel better soon" she stuttered then sat down.

It went silent for a while till James cut the tension "Okay well, I have a question, what do you think about your future?" He asked, putting his hands on the desk. "Well I don't believe I'll ever get married" "I think you're wrong about that Y/N" "No" "I think you will marry Y/N, I think you'll find someone and you'll love them and you will live and die for them because that's your way and you will" James and I discussed, which honestly broke my heart. I found the someone I love and will live and die for and that is my way but hiding it on national television is hard "Well... I hope so, but I doubt it" I said sadly, smiling and looking down.

Harry watched closely with Niall, studying my face and actions "That's nice of James to say" Niall commented, leaning back and taking a sip of beer. "Fuck Niall, I broke her heart and she's an actress and even she's struggling to hide her pain on National tv, I've screwed up so much!" Harry yelled, running his hands through his hair. "Mate it's okay, calm down-" he tried to say, putting the beer on the coffee table. "No I can't calm down, I've fucked up and I still love her so much and she won't even accept my calls or message me because all her god damn friends and family are telling her to move on when neither of us can because we both want to live and marry and spend the rest of our lives with each other!" Harry shouted, standing up and pacing around the room.

Niall bit his lip "Then find her, win her back, she's obviously hurting too" he advised, sitting up. "I can't fucking find her, she's in LA, I'm in London, sorry!" He exclaimed, apologising at the end. "Harry, listen, I think you should get some rest, you haven't slept in days" Niall told him, standing up and taking the bottles of beer away. "I don't need rest I need Y/N!" He cried, sitting on the couch and cupping his face. Niall sat down next to him and patted his back "Give her time, I know you don't want time but it's for the best, now can I trust you to go to sleep on your own?" He checked "I'm not a child Niall yes, see you soon" Harry told him, waving as Niall grabbed his bags and left.

Well well well, it's been 2 weeks since that interview and AMA's are taking place this evening. I'm wearing a floor length dress with puffed sleeves that has been designed by vogue with some heels and my hair tied back in a formal bun.

I walked along the red carpet as paparazzi yelled to look in all sorts of direction so I just stood there, posing and getting it over and done with. The screaming suddenly increased so I turned to the side and saw Harry walking onto the red carpet, where I was! He put on a fake smile and came over to me, putting an arm around my waist "What the hell are you doing, do you seriously want me to break down into tears in front of the whole world?" I mumbled, looking around. "I'm really sorry Y/N, I couldn't think of any other way to get your attention" he apologised, looking to his left. "Well you've got everyone's attention, now let go of me" I hissed. Harry reluctantly let go of me and kissed my cheek before I walked off to get interviewed.

"My oh my, you look stunning tonight!" A lady exclaimed, holding a mic to her lips. "Thank you very much" I said, smiling slightly. "Now we have to know, what happened back there, everyone thought you and Harry were over?!" She asked, making me uncomfortable. "I-well, it's just a few photos" I said, clicking my knuckles. She laughed "It's never just a few photos, are you two back together or is he still considering Kendall Jenner?" She asked purposely.

"I think that this interview is over, thank you" I heard Harry say from behind me, taking my hand and leading me off the red carpet inside. "What is she talking about Harry, you come and apologise in front of the world then some lady brings up Kendall Jenner?!" I exclaimed, standing away from everyone. "I- she was obviously doing it on purpose to make you upset, to get a reaction which she almost got, you know that Kendall and I were a one time fling long before we dated, why would I ever go back to her, she's such a bitch, I love you and I want you back, I didn't mean to take out my anger on you and say all those things, stress was taking a toll and my fucking brain decided to let it out on you, I'm so so sorry, I love you and I just want you back" Harry apologised, holding my hands and kissing each of my knuckles.

"I love you Harry, I never stopped, of course I want you back, and I understand" I accepted, bring my lips to his and kissing him with so much love. Harry leaned in and cupped my cheeks, pushing my hair behind my ears "Come back to my hotel, we don't need to stay here, Jeff can accept the award if I win or your assistant can if you win, please" he whispered, hugging me tightly. "No we should go back to our house, you never took anything from it, you're clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, everything is still there" I mumbled, kissing his neck. He groaned "That sounds so much better than this hotel I'm staying in, let's go my love".