Harry Styles Imagines

Peter Pan.

You're never gonna grow up, you're never gonna be a man; Peter Pan.

"He obviously likes you!" My best friend tells me.

I shake my head and smile, making her think I believe her.

He couldn't like me. I'm nothing compared to the girls he always goes for. I'm taller, thicker, less pretty. I'm not worth his time.

"Thanks love, but I don't see what you see. He's just too good for me." She frowns with my words.

I kissed him a couple weeks ago and it was an amazing thing. His lips just molded perfectly with mine. It was almost like we were meant to be together, like our entire existence was meant to be shared; like we were better together. He kissed me and my heart stopped, my breathing stopped, the only thing in this world was him.

He's her brother. I feel so shitty, but I couldn't help falling for him. His eyes so green, his body so long and perfect, his smile so sparkling and heart wrenching. He made me happy, but what she was telling me was the complete opposite of what he told me after it happened.

•

"Kiss me then." I text him.

My stomach drops and my mouth unknowingly opens, bewildered by my own actions, shocked by my own words.

"All kissing does is get your hopes up." Harry nonchalantly answers. I giggle at his words and immediately text back, "Just kiss me. It'll help me understand everything. I need to know if you like me because you truly care or if it's because I'm always around." I hear him and his best friend playing video games in my room as I show my best friend the texts.

She looks happy for us, but I know she's upset because she's in love with Harry's best friend, Grayson. She absolutely loves him, but he only sees her as a sister because if he said his real feelings, Harry would kill him.

"Okay. Come here." My smile grows and so do the butterflies in my stomach.

I walk slowly to my room and he isn't sitting on my bed playing video games like he was previously.

Gray looks to me confused, "What's up, shortcake?"

"I- um, your food is ready." He nods and keeps playing, I see my closet curtains moving and walk in.

"Hey." He says.

"Hi." I match.

We stand awkwardly. This is only the second time I've kissed someone. I don't know a lot and I am scared I'll do something wrong and make him run away.

"Come here." He whispers and places his hands on either side of my face, cupping my cheeks.
He presses his lips tenderly to mine, slowly, willingly. He gives me two small seconds of affection then pulls away.

He looks me in the eyes and smiles. It's a beautiful sight. I go to hug him, but his hands pull me in again and before I know it, his lips are attached to mine yet again, I don't deny and I definitely don't complain. I smile into this one and I think he does too. My heart leaps as he pulls me in for the hug this time.

"Go. Your mom is home." He smiles and lightly pushes me out of the curtains. I smile and run toward my best friend and mom sitting in the kitchen, unaware of my previous encounter.

•

I was on cloud-nine after that day. We acted as if nothing happened, but we texted like we'd been dating for ten years. He complimented me every time he saw me, I would try to sneak kisses and stolen glances, but it was like a wall had been built between us unless technology was involved.