Harry Styles imagines

3 - Promise

Our school prom was approaching, and it felt as if everyone in the entire school year had been asked, except myself. Okay, not everyone had a date but it sure feels like it! I must admit the promposals the lads have been giving are very cute though.

"Harry, you cheat!"I whine, throwing the Xbox controller onto the ground beside me. I fold my arms across my chest, pretending to be in a grump with him.

He laughs, sliding down from the sofa and sitting cross-legged beside me. "Nah, you just can't play." He sticks out his lower lip purposefully, poking me in the arm playfully. I can't helping to let a small smile crack onto my lips when he does.

"Okay lovebirds, I'm going upstairs now." Gemma, Harry's sister announces as she leaves the room.

Silence. Gemma's comment just created a small tension between us. "Remember when we were like, nine, and we made that deal?" Harry speaks, turning the console off and putting the controller away.

"Harry, we made plenty of deals when we were kids," I laugh, helping to tidy away the pillows and crisp packets we had whilst playing call of duty.

He turns to look at me, rolls his eyes as he jumps into the sofa with a cushion in his arms. "You know, the one about prom." He shrugs shyly. Of course I remember, why does he think I've been so desperate for him to not ask another girl? I don't know how I'd cope seeing him dance with someone else, my jealous side would eat away at my insides.

"Yeah, I do." I smile softly, sitting down next to him. "I thought you were going to ask Violet though?" My stomach drops just saying her name. I pull my knees to my chest, holding them tightly to stop any possible tears which could form.

He nods, drawing circles on the bare skin of my knees which makes me smile. "I was," my smile disappears "but maybe I didn't want to." He looks up at me, our eyes meeting for the first time since Gemma left the room.

"You told me you did." I say. I really don't know when to shut my mouth in situations like this.

"Shut up," Harry mumbles, leaning into me in a fast motion, his hand cupping around the side of my neck as his lips smash into mine. I kiss him back, enjoying the sweetness of his soft lips which I still can't grasp the fact that they're actually connected to mine.

He pulls away, tucking a fallen piece of my hair behind my ear. "I don't want to go to prom with anyone else." He says "I only want you to be my date."

My hands cup my mouth in shock. Are these words actually coming from his mouth or am I just dreaming how it would go if Harry actually asked me to prom?

We've been best friends for so long I managed to convince myself, rather Liam did, that we would only ever be best friends. I've never been so happy to see that what someone said turned out to be wrong. Harry just basically admitted he wants me to be the one linking arms with him as he walked into the school hall at prom, he wants me to be the one to dance with all night. And it isn't a freaking dream.

"Yes!" I squeal, leaning close to him again as I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands hold my waist firmly as he chuckles softly into my ear.

"I'm glad I listened to Gemma," he whispers.

"Gemma told you to ask me?"

"Truth is Y/N, I've like you for a long time. Scratch that, I've loved you for a long time and I never knew how it would play out if we did date, considering we're best friends. Gemma, my mum and all the boys have told me countless time to ask you out but I honestly just didn't know how." He says. I can tell he's nervous, I am too and I haven't even confessed anything yet.

I smile though my vision which is becoming blurred with tears which are slowly building up. "Well, I'm glad you did." I smile, hugging him again "oh, and I love you too, Styles." I laugh.

"Oh really, Y/L/N?" I pull back again, Harry showing his cocky, more confident side which never fails to amuse me. He pushes me back down on the sofa, him now looking down at me with a playful smirk.

"Just kiss me already," I laugh, pulling him down by his shirt collar as our lips meet once again. The kiss is more intimate this time, and I can't tell if it's better or not now I've told him that I love him. Finally, I wouldn't be the only one in our friendship group that didn't have a date besides Harry. I can see the boy's reactions now, all crazed and teasing us both about how we finally admitted each other's feelings. I don't care how long it took for us to finally be a 'thing', it was certainly worth the wait.

"Harry, mum said to ask if-" I push Harry off me in an instant, my head shooting in the direction of the door. Gemma's jaw drops, along with her phone as she clearly just saw the two of us kissing. "No way!" She says amazed, clapping her hands.

"Gemma, can you leave?" Harry says through gritted teeth, his cheeks a deep shade of red. I laugh to myself, Gemma leaving the room with a smile.

"You find that funny?" Harry grins, straddling his legs over me as I sit in the sofa.

"When you're as red as a tomato? Yes." I laugh, kissing his nose.

"Whatever, I got you as my date for prom, I can't be mad at anything." He says cheesily, cupping my cheeks as our lips connect again.

We spend the rest of the night kissing and laughing, the two of us in great moods because we're, I suppose going out. I stay late at Harry's and end up rushing home because my parents would be furious if they found out I came back home at early hours in the morning.