Harry Styles Imagines

08 - Truth or a lie? (au)

TRUTH OR A LIE?

                                 Harry and I walk out of the restaurant after having a nice dinner. As we walk down the street I feel Harry's hand lightly touching mine and then he intertwines them. I let it happen and feel a warmth going through my body. Whenever our shoulders are accidentally touching it feels like my skin is on fire but it doesn't burn it. The fire is only touching it, carefully caressing it.

 We are walking along a river, still holding hands but suddenly Harry stops and pulls me in front of him. His lips are coming closer and leaving small kisses on my cheeks, and my nose, and then my lips. His hot breath is tickling my cheek. I giggle and a smile grows on his face.

  "Can I tell you a secret?" Harry asks and suddenly looks uncertain at me as I nod, "I may be in love with you." Harry says and smiles slightly, "No, not maybe. I am in love with you." 

 His eyes looking hopeful and proud. Hopeful, because he hopes that I'm feeling the same. Proud, because he finally told me what he feels for me. But for me it feels like my whole word crashes down. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I don't want to hurt him. He has such a good heart and he deserves someone who loves him, someone who is ready to fall in love. My face gets pale but my cheeks are blazing red. I look down and let go of his hand. Harry looks shocked and disappointed but most of all hurt.

 "You...You are, yeah?" I ask and hope it was just a joke although I doubt that.

  "Yes, I am." Harry confirms firmly.

  "I...I'm sorry." I whisper and stumble some steps backwards. I don't want to hurt him so I better walk away. Harry frowns but before I can leave he grabs my wrist, spins me around and forces me to look at him.

  "Tell me what you feel, Y/N," He pleads and I close my eyes, "Please, I want to hear it."

  "I—Harry, I'm not in love with you." I say, my eyes still closed while a tear escapes my eye.

  "Truth or a lie?" Harry asks. He doesn't believe what I was just telling him and I can't blame him. He draws his eyebrows together. The grip around my wrist loosens a bit but it is still firm enough so I can't escape and run away. Run away for Harry and the effect he has on me. 

  "T—Truth." 

  "So, you want to tell me that you don't have this feeling of a burning skin whenever we touch?" His fingertips travel up and down my bare arm, "You don't get this tingle feeling in your stomach when we stand close to each other?" Harry steps closer to me so I can feel his minty breath on my face, "Your knees don't get weak whenever we kiss?" Harry's lips ghost over mine, slightly touching them but not giving me what I'm craving for.

  "No." I whisper, still not looking at him so he can't see the truth in my eyes.

  "I know you are lying, Y/N. I can see the effect I have on you." His fingertips are brushing over my collarbones to my over shoulder. My skin is burning and I get goose bumps, "I know it's hard to love again when the only love you have known walked away but I will stay, Y/N. I will stay with you wherever you are going."

 My knees get weak and I'm shivering. He just told me the words I have been craving for. I love this man and I love the effect he has on me but I'm afraid to admit it. I don't want to love again. I'm afraid to get hurt because as beautiful as love can be, at the end it always turns out that one of them gets hurt by the other one.

  "Say it. Tell me the truth, baby."

  "I'm in....I'm in love with you." I whisper but my voice cracks down at the end of the sentence.

  "Pardon?"

  "I'm in love with you, Harry." I say again, louder and more confident. There is no way back.

  "Truth or a lie?" 

  "Truth." I answer and Harry brings our lips together, giving me what I want so badly. The butterflies in my stomach go crazy, my knees get weak, my skin is burning. I'm ready to give love another chance. I'm ready to try it again because my heart wants Harry and it is weak without him. It feels like Harry collected all the shattered pieces of my heart and put them back together.

 I feel complete.