Harry Styles Imagines

Elevator

I entered the 12th floor elevator room where one of my workmates was already in, supposedly heading downstairs.

"Ah, Ezra, so nice of you to join me." He smirked. I rolled my eyes with a little smile on my face as I adjusted my blazer. I couldn't help but admire him in his suit. Of course he looked good in it, he looked good in everything. I stepped into the elevator with him and stood close by him, me having a bit of a phobia of elevators. He pressed the down button as the doors began to close.

"I liked your edit, it was fantastic." He complemented, turning his head to look at me. I smiled at him and thanked him, trailing my eyes up and down his toned body once again.

"I never thought I would live to see the day where Harry Styles wore a suit to work. What happened to the usual?" I cocked an eyebrow with a little smirk. He lightly chuckled at my comment, biting his lip softly which only made millions of images run through my head.

"So I complement you and all I get in return is an offending question? Hm, I guess that's what I get for liking a girl who is so feisty." He turned his head back around to face the doors but immediately there was a sudden halt to the elevator, which caused me to fall onto Harry. The lights flickered on and off continuously and I knew what this meant.

Stuck.

'Breath' I reminded myself. I couldn't possibly be stuck in an elevator, no way. Things like this don't happen to people like me.

Sucked that I was claustrophobic.

Only then did I realise I was still laying on Harry. I tried to get up but kept my hands tightly draped on his arm as we both stood up. He looked at me, clearly seeing the frightened look on my face.

"Woah, are you okay?" He asked, feeling my face with the back of his hand. "Gosh you're boiling,"

I could feel my breathing suddenly rising and air seemed to get tighter around me. I slowly knelt down to sit on the floor, in which Harry followed my actions. I could feel him stroking my short hair which kind of relaxed me a little but it didn't take away the thought of being stuck in here.

"W-what happened?" I stuttered in fear as he pulled me closer to him. Tingles spread across my body which caused butterflies in my stomach. At this point, I was more calm than I had ever been in an elevator.

"I think the elevator shut down. To be honest, I don't know how long we will be in here for but you don't have to be scared, I'll always be here." He whispered, wiping his thumb across my cheek. I turned my head to look at him, my eyebrows slightly raised

"Charmer..." I mumbled. His soft chuckle filled my ears which made me crack a smile. He took my hand in his and traced patterns across my palm as I continued to look around the elevator for something that could help us.

A few minutes passed where I realised that there was no use, we would be here for a while.

"Ez...?" He asked shaking my body, breaking me from my long trance. I shook my head to stare back at him but suddenly his face was closer than I had remembered. I quickly glanced down at his lips and back up to his eyes.

"I really want to kiss you right now..." He mumbled, leaning closer. I could feel myself doing the same but I didn't know if I wanted to let this happen. Before I could process, his soft lips pressed against mine before we began to move in sync.

But I knew this was wrong, I couldn't be seeing him, I just wasn't ready a boyfriend right now. I pulled away from the kiss and placed my hands on his chest.

"I shouldn't be kissing you." I whispered, our faces merely inches apart. He looked at me confused, signalling for me to explain.

"I just, what happened between me and Marc didn't end so well, and we were such good friends. Now he won't even look at me...I don't want the same thing to happen to us. I mean, I like you but don't you think we would be better off as friends?" I ranted. He continued to stare at me after my little speech before backing away and releasing any contact from our bodies, which suddenly left me feeling a little lost.

"Har-"

"It's fine."

I sighed but kept staring at him whilst he would avoid contact with me. This is what I didn't want.

"This is what I w-"

"We have been working here for 3 years, Imagine that. Imagine only being excited to come to work because of one girl. Imagine not being able to take your eyes off her everyday because she's just so perfect in every way. Imagine watching her dating your best friend when you wish he wouldn't. Imagine not being able to tell her the truth about his feelings for 3 years but when you do, she doesn't even want anything to do with you. Isn't that funny?" He chuckled dryly, but it wasn't an amused laugh, it was a sad, emotional laugh.

But 3 years? I didn't even know.

"I didn't say I didn't want anything to do with you. I'm just not ready for a boyfriend yet and I don't want to have to make you wait." I replied honestly, hoping to be able to relieve this a little more.

"Right. Even though I've waited 3 years for you. I remember when I asked if you would be dating anyone anytime soon last year, and you straight up said no to me. Then less than a week later, you began seeing Marc. Harsh not? So who will it be next week? Josh? Or even the new guy Derek." He glared at me. I obviously had shock written across my face. I had never expected this out of his mouth, never.

"Ok honestly, don't speak to me about relationships when you clearly see a new girl every week. How am I supposed to even know when your single or not." I spat suddenly getting irritated by his attitude. I had every right.

He shook his clearly annoyed at my comment.

"If you don't like me back, please, spare any more humiliation and just tell me the truth now so we can both move on from this."

I rolled my eyes at him and refused to speak. I didn't have to prove anything to him, or anyone. Of course I liked him, I had my eye on him from day 1 but I wasn't here to look for relationships with any more of my co-workers.

He snorted and stood up, turning his back to me.

"Whatever."

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But nonetheless, thank you cutiesxx

-Michelle