Harry Styles Imagines

Hotel Ceiling-Rixton

Song Themed Imagine: Hotel Ceiling by Rixton.

You can hear it while reading if you want. It's really good, i love it. Abit sad but hope you enjoy xx The Italics are the lyrics of the song!

------|Harry's P.O.V.|--------

I can see it coming round full circle my friend.
On the TV they said they had reported you dead.

I couldn't believe this. I stared at the TV in a cold, emotionless face. Not believing any of the reporter's words.

MY love, MY baby, MY angel, MY (Y/N)?! Dead?!

It couldn't be, she can't leave me like this. Walk away from me and never come back without a goodbye. Especially that she was mad at me before she left...heartbroken.

It was my fault, 'cause I could've sworn that you said, "It was easy to find another, for your bed."

The memories of what happened before she stormed out of our apartment keep flashing through my head, forcing more tears to stream down my face silently.

-Flashback-

"How could you Harry? How could you?! I loved you and gave you everything I can, and that's how you repay me???" She yelled, as tears ran down her red cheeks. Hard fists on her sides due to anger. Guilt was eating me alive and all I could do at that moment was look down in shame. "Im so sorry. You can't imagine how sorry I am. I know it won't undo anything. But it was a mistake, I wasn't thinking...I-I don't know. I just, I just regret it." The frown on my face couldn't seem to vanish. I was nervous yet scared, yes scared to my life that such amazing person is gonna slip out of my grip because of a damn mistake. "Well, I guess I wasn't enough to keep your thinking straight and..." She had a kinda concluding look on her face and I knew what was coming, I knew that I've lost my chance. "It was easy to find another, for your bed." She finished. I was too taken aback by her last sentence that I didn't notice she was already out of the door,taking her last glance at me,before shutting it closed.

It was my fault. My fucking fault. If I hadn't cheated on her that night, if I stayed with her, cuddling or baking some sweets or just making love to her... She would've been here now. Wrapped up safe and soundly in my arms.

I've been wondering now... i've been staring at the hotel ceiling, drinking everything I found this evening.
Trying to hold onto the sweetest feeling, so i'll never let you go.
Don't you leave me lonely.

I needed to get away. I couldn't stay in a place that reminded me of her. Her pictures, her scent, her touch that she put in every place of the apartment just sent more daggers into my chest.

I was a shallow man right now. With no heart, no soul, no mind ... she took them all with her. All I realised was that I ended up in a hotel. A small hotel I found after walking nearly two hours, searching for something,I myself didn't know its identity.

I laid on my back on that white bed,staring at the hotel ceiling. The bottle of vodka I found in the small alcohol-cabinet of the room, resting in my hand. It didn't end up just by one bottle of vodka. That evening, I drank everything my hands laid on till I was drunk out of my mind.

The only thing going through my head is the way her lips tasted. The sloppy kisses... she loved them. As I did too. I was trying to remember every single second of our first time. That magical,super-passionate night, that held the sweetest feelings. It is by far my favourite of our all times.

I start to see this.
Everyone I know cannot believe this
Trying to hold onto the sweetest feeling, so i'll never let you go. Don't you leave me lonely, now.

The sound of my phone ringing pulled me back into reality. Unaware of a few tears that escaped my eyes,I wiped them and reached for the device.My blurry vision only showed me a few letters but if i wasn't wrong, it's my mom.

"'Ello! Mama?" I slurred, my drunk voice TOTALLY obvious. "Oh my goodness Harry, I was worried sick about you baby, where are you? are you okay? I just heard the news... I still can't believe my eyes and ears. Im so sorry for your loss honey." My mother rambled, her natural motherly senses talking for her. "She's gone mom. She left me, alone. And the worst part is that she left me without saying goodbye, and our last memory was a fight. Her probably last thought was me cheating on her." I was breaking down and sobbing, as i opened up to my mother. The only person I used to go to before I had (Y/N), when she wasn't around or available, and now... after she died. "Honey, she loved you so much. Im sure all the good and nice memories flashed to her before she passed away, because they are a lot more than the bad once, they win."She tried to comfort me. "Do you think so?" I wasn't sure though. "Yes, baby. Im sure. Now tell me where you are so i could pick you up. You can't be alone in this situation, and drunk too!"

After my mom picked me up. We went to hers and all she and the boys, my brothers, did was pampering me as If a 1 year old whom his mom is gone and they need to keep him distracted and happy. I appreciated their attempts though. Although! I was never gonna let her go. She wasn't going to leave me lonely. She'll always be with me wherever i go. In my broken, wounded little heart. And in my mess of a head. Even if the only place i'll ever go to from now on is the couch in my mom's living room, falling asleep to her memories, she'll be there, accompanying me, and that's all that matters. (Pic on the side)

Hope you enjoyeeeeed. Tell me if it was too long, too short, too dramatic, confusing, good, bad???? YOUR FEEDBACK IS IMPORTANT!!!! XOXOO

Read part 2 'IF it wasn't Hotel Ceiling' . XX