Harry Styles Imagines

Matilda.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright, but I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside.

It's been six months since Harry left me. Six heart wrenching months. He left because he 'needed time'. Time to do what? I'm not sure, but he needed time and being in love with him means you're willing to do anything to keep him happy. My entire existence relished in the idea that I loved him and he loved me, but without him, I have no purpose. I'm a shell of a woman. As dramatic as it may seem, it's the deepest pain not knowing what you did wrong to lose the one good thing you had.

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"He took everything I have." I whisper to Mitch. The crisp, autumn air cuts into my skin. I'm grateful for the breeze, it's giving some noise to the silent breaths we are letting out.

He looks to me with pain filled eyes, "He took the only thing he ever wanted; happiness."

My tears come faster and my heart grows impossibly more heavy. "Did he ever love me at all?" I ask so calmly; I know he loved me. I know we are soulmates, but I just need validation that this was real; that he was mine and I didn't make all this up.

"Of course he did. You were his everything." He sighs. He signals me to sit down on his outdoor furniture. I oblige. "I remember this day where Harry did nothing but talk about you. He kept saying how amazing and kind you are." He smiles at me, he sees my tears edging my eyes. "He went on some tangent about how beautiful your hair is. The shine, the smell, the length. He loved every single inch of you." He places his hand atop mine, trying to pass me some strength. "I think he was afraid of how much he loved you. I think this break he requested is his way of figuring out whether or not he can love you and it not turn into an obsession." I squint at him, trying to decipher his code. "Not in a, I'll kill her kind of way, but a, I love her so much I'll tear myself in pieces so she never goes without. He's always said he wants to keep your love healthy. He never wanted to repeat history."

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"I can't imagine my world without her, man." Harry said. Mitch recalled this conversation like it was yesterday. He knew giving her this memory would solidify the reality that Harry did love her, he was just too afraid to love her wholly. If he dove into the deep end, it meant she was his entirely, and that alone was frightening, but what terrified him more, was the fear that one day he'd have to live this life without her. He'd have to return to what life once was, except this time, there'd be an empty space where she once fit. "She's so amazing. She has the kindest heart and most angelic mannerisms. It's like she was created to be written about."

Mitch knew the minute he heard 'Adore You' that Harry found his person. Coming down from the high that was his first album, they feared the chance that his music would never resonate again and would never be so loved, but she came along and changed the entire story.

"I lay down at night and sometimes I question if she's even real. Could I have made her up? Could she be this figment I created just to feel something? But she's far too real to make up. She's way too lively to be imaginary." Mitch falls short when he speaks about these times. He knows the words come out kindly and vividly, but nothing beats hearing Harry falling in love with each recall of her being. Mitch knows that no matter what he says, no matter how much he shares, she will never know just how much Harry loved her until Harry works up the courage to do it himself again.

And until then, here she is: empty. Cold, dark, gloomy. The inevitable happened and he can't do anything to fix it.

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