Harry Styles Imagines

67 - Time, that asshole (au)

PERSONAL IMAGINE

Time, that asshole

                               Happily, I walk up to the front door of Harry's house, ringing the door bell violently. I missed him so much the past months and it was pure torture not to see him and not to be around him. Sadly, my college is a few hours away and in the past time Harry and I didn't visit us. He was busy with his college, I was busy with my college. It sucks that we are not going to the same one. But it is also kind of great because the delight to see him again is even bigger now!

 No one answers the door so I just ring again and knock loudly. Either he is not at home or he is asleep. I should have called him but that would have ruined my surprise. I decide to come back later when I run into two persons. Confused, I watch who is in front of me.

 A strange girl with blonde hair, skinny and pale stands in front of me. She looks inconsiderable. I wouldn't have paid attention to her if I had seen her on the street walking by. But what confuses me more is that she is holding hands with my boyfriend, with my Harry, with the boy who is in a relationship with me!

 "Excuse you?" I ask in a sharp ton and all the colour is sucked out of Harry's face when he sees me, "The fuck are you doing with my boyfriend?"

 "Oh fuck." I hear Harry whisper.

 "Harry, who is that?" The annoying girl who holds hands with my boyfriend asks him at the same moment as I ask.

 "That is Tiffany. She is um—" Harry tells me as he points at the blonde girl.

 "I'm his girlfriend." Tiffany says and then I start laughing. I laugh incredibly loud because the joke was so bad I couldn't help but laugh. Harry looks bashfully to the ground and loosens the grip around Tiffany's hand.

 "I'm sorry, honey, to burst your bubble but he is my boyfriend." I tell her.

 "Mya—"

 "Harry, I am your girlfriend, right?" I ask, desperate now to hear that I'm still in a relationship with him. He is mine and I'm his. It always was like that. Why should that change now? And why shouldn't he tell me about that?

 "Mya—" He tries again.

 "Are you...Are you cheating on me?"

 "I'm sorry, Mya. Tiffany and I...we've been..."

 I feel like Harry stabbed me with his words and pulled my heart out, threw it onto the floor and stepped on it. Oh and Tiffany jumped onto my heart, too, with her stupid, selfish grin.

 "I am your girlfriend, Harry." I whisper and look at him, at my boyfriend, at the boy I fell in love with. Now I recognize how different he looks. Mature and like an adult. His hair is short, less curly. He dresses different, more simply and...boring. He has lost all his personality, everything that made him him. Or maybe it is just the respect I have lost for him.

 "Mya, you were away and...this is not...I didn't know—"

 "You were away, too! We both were away! But unlike you I could pull myself together! I've been waiting patiently to see you again! No boy was interesting enough, no boy was you so I didn't care about them! But you were fucking another girl while we were apart and now you tell me she is your girlfriend?"

 "I was so lonely and Tiffany was there, she cheered me up. I'm so sorry, Mya. I didn't want you to find out this way. I'm so sorry."

 "One question, Harry: Did you ever love me?" The notion that he has never been in love with me hurts me so much. I need to know that I didn't waste the past year with someone who I have been desperately in love with but he hasn't had any kind of feelings for me.

 "I did, Mya, I loved you so much but I guess, it wasn't enough."

 I swallow. It doesn't make sense to throw a tantrum here. "Go...good luck, Harry. I wish you the...I wish you the best." I say with a choked voice, so close to start crying. Harry nods, ashamed.

 It hurts so much. It hurts so much to see the one you love with someone else. And he didn't even have the balls to tell me! He hid it from me until I found it out myself. I wish I could change it, I wish I could get him back but I know this doesn't work. It works in movies, in books but not here.

 I love him, maybe I care so much about him that I want him to be happy whether it involves me or not.

 Wishing the one you love luck with someone else is the hardest thing you can do. When your heart breaks while you speak these words and all you actually want, and all you need is him for yourself.