Harry Styles Imagines

03 - Choices (au)

CHOICES

                  I look at myself in the mirror. My beautiful white dress shimmers in the sunlight that penetrates through the open window. My hair is in an elaborate updo. I take a deep breath and calm myself down. Today's the day. My day.

 I'm going to get married. 

 'He is wonderful and I love him, I really love him. I love him, right? No, I don't. I mean yes I do!' I think to myself and then decide to push this inner fight with my own feelings away. I look out of the window to see the huge wedding location and all the people rushing around to prepare everything, to make it look beautiful, perfect. And only for me and him.

 I look back at the mirror, admiring myself in this heavy but still amazing dress. Suddenly the door swings open. Shocked I turn around and see someone standing in my room, out of breath as if he had run a marathon. Not someone.

 Harry.

 His curly hair is pushed back, his green eyes shine almost brighter than the sun. His full and pink lips slightly parted. He is dressed in a tux. His arrival catches me off guard whereupon I stumble backwards and almost trip over the fabric of my dress. Luckily,  I grab the edge of the mirror in the right moment and hold my balance.

 My heart flutters when I see him. My cheeks flush a deep red when his eyes wander up and down my body, admiring me. Harry mumbles something, but his tone is too quiet for me to understand it. My hands stroke the invisible wrinkles out of my dress.

  "You shouldn't be here, Harry." I state and clear my throat to sound stronger.

  "No, you shouldn't be here."

  "This is my wedding day, he's waiting for me. I should be here," I say and look out of the window, "And you should be outside, taking your seat. You should enjoy the day and be happy for me."

 "Enjoying the day? Being happy for you? You want me to enjoy the day? The day where the girl I love is going to marry someone else? I've been waiting for you since the very first moment I laid eyes on you. You shouldn't be here," Harry says confident, "And I won't be sitting there. I can't see how you're going to marry this jerk."

  "I love him," I defend myself and feel anger growing in me, "And you, you are my best friend! You need to sit there, I need you there and I need you to tell me that I'm doing the right thing."

  "Well, I'm telling you you're doing the wrong thing. You're doing a huge mistake if you marry him for your parents sake."

  "What do you think is the right thing?"

  "Me, a life with me. Come with me and run away from all this. Do, just once, what makes you happy. You don't even love him."

  "I do love him!"

  "Really? Do you love his touch as much as you love mine? Do you love his kisses as much as you love ours? Do you love the words he is whispering in your ear as much as you love my words? Do you love the late night talks with him as much as you love ours?" Harry asks, coming closer to whisper all this into my ear, "Do you even had this with him? Remember all the forbidden things we did while you were supposed to be with him...

  "Harry, stop please," I say, my voice shaking, "It was wrong to do this with you. I wasn't thinking."

  "Then why do you keep letting me touch you or kiss you? Why do you keep running back to me?" Harry whispers into my ear, sending chills down my spine. His lips are touching the skin under my ear, my skin is in flames immediately, my knees get weak and my heart beats faster and faster.

  "Because you...because..." I fumble with my words but a fog took over my brain, not giving me the words I need to lie to him and mostly to myself.

  "Because you love me," Harry speaks the truth, "Because you love me, more than you ever loved this fool, if you ever did."

 I never loved him. It was always Harry and his touch and his kisses with those soft and kissable lips. I love everything about Harry and it's making me go crazy. And terrified. I'm terrified to admit those deep feelings I have for him because I literally fell head over heels in love him with him, when I should be falling in love with someone else. 

  "Stop lying to yourself, baby. We both know you don't love him, that you just pretend to love him for your parents sake. But don't you want to be happy either? Isn't that your own life?" He says and comes closer to me, so close that I can feel his hot, minty breath on my face. Harry tilts my chin up, those green eyes, beautiful like the green grass in spring, boring into mine.

  "I'm not lying to myself," I lie again. My heart beats so fast, I'm afraid it's going to jump out of my chest, "And I am happy."

  "You are, you really are? I'm doubting it," Harry says, his thumb stroking over my cheek, his lips so close to mine, so freaking close, "Don't chose him. Run away with me," He begs, desperate now, and presses our foreheads together, his eyes looking pleading at me, "I can make you happy. I love you."

  "I can't break his heart. I can't do that to him and I can't disappoint my parents."

  "But you can break my heart?That is okay?" I don't answer, Harry's lips are ghosting over mine. No, I can't break his heart but if I want to do the right thing I have to.

  "Run away with me, baby." He repeats his words, my heart flutters when he calls me 'baby'. Harry brings our lips together and for a moment nothing exists. Only him and me. My knees get weak, my thoughts are intoxicated by him. His hands are on my hips and the fire from his fingers is burning through my dress, my whole body is burning under his tender but passionate kiss.

  "Say you love me," Harry begs but I don't know if that is the right moment to say those words, those true words, "I know you do so please let me hear those words."

  "I love you, Harry. Damn, I love you so much." I tell him before I can hold myself back. He needs to hear it, to know it. We both know that he is not supposed to hear those words, someone else is, someone who is waiting for me. But Harry is the one who carries my heart, the one who should be waiting for me in front of the altar, the only one who should be hearing those words from me. 

  "Start a new life with me. You don't have to marry him. Do what makes you happy," Harry begs and he is still so close, so close I can't think straight, "What makes you happy? Does he make you happy?" 

  "Yes." I answer because he honestly makes me happy, he is so kind and likeable and he has such a pure heart.

  "Does he make you as happy as I can make you?"

  "No." I answer and I see a smile tugging on his pink, full lips. A small dimple appears on his left cheek. 

  "What makes you the happiest in the whole word?"

  "You." I answer and his smile gets wider and the shimmer in his green eyes brighter. 

  "Then run away with me," Harry says again and this time his words sound so perfect, so good, "Let him find his true love, just as you found yours. Maybe he can give you money and a big house and a car but one thing he can't give to you. Love, he will never give you the true love I can give to you, if you'll let me. If you'll let me love you, I'm forever yours."

  "I'll let you." I answer, listening to my heart and not to my head.

 All this brought tears to my eyes and Harry kisses a teardrop away. He grabs my hand and I gather up my dress. I know I do the right thing because I'm doing what makes me happy. Even though I'm hurting someone else with this. But he won't be hurt long because he'll find his true love like I found mine, just as Harry said.

 Harry is all I have ever wanted and I'm ready to get pulled out of this room and into a new life with him.