Harry Styles Imagines

75.The One That Got Away

Song of this imagine:
Stone Cold by Demi Lovato
The One That Got Away by Katy Perry (I dunno if this song has been repeated from the previous imagines but listen to it while reading this)

The horrifying sound of thunders filled my small apartment. I finally finished packing the last suitcase. I sat to the couch and sipped from my hot chocolate. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, I flipped through the channels and settled on this random TV show. I leaned back to couch and relaxed myself. Roaming my eyes around the apartment, I suddenly missed this place I called home for nearly seven years. In two days, I'd be leaving this place to move in New York. After accepting the job offering there, I resigned from my current job here and packed my things already.

All the memories in this place, the crying with my friends and the laughter with them as well. Its hard for me to leave this place but it would also be a fresh start for me in New York.

An urgent knock on my door snapped me out of my moment. I slowly walked to the front door, unsure if I should open it or not. Who the hell would go to my apartment in this stormy afternoon, right? I thought it was a murderer for a second but then I remembered how strict the security in this apartment was. Twisting the knob, I opened the door and my heart dropped. The boy standing there was soaked and dripping from the heavy rain outside. Before I even asked him what was he doing here, he engulfed me with a hug. His soaked clothes wet mine but I didn't bother. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his torso.

"H-Harry." I breathed. "What are you doing here?" I asked him as I pulled away. I noticed his bloodshot eyes and broken state. I held his face in my hands and searched his face for an answer but he didn't say anything.

"Come here." I pulled him inside and closed the door behind us. I lead him to the living room. "Stay here and I'll get you some clothes." I told him and bolted to my room.

I took a pair of sweatpants that he left in my closet once we had a sleep over here and grab an oversized shirt of mine that I know would fit perfectly in his broad body. Before I rush back to him, I also took a towel to dry himself. When I got back, I saw him still standing at the same exact spot where I left him. His head was ducked down and his fist was clenched but when I walked in front of him, I caught his attention.

"Hey, change your clothes and I will get back to you. I'll just make you a hot chocolate." He simply nodded his head and I left him before he took off his shirt.

When I finished with his drink, I walk back to him and seeing him sat on the couch. His wet clothes are noe hanged up. I sat beside him and handed him his mug.

"What happened?" I asked softly.

"Maggie and I broke up." He spoke, his voice cracked at the last word. Maggie's my best friend's girlfriend. Harry and her have been together for almost two years. It broke me of course, I've been in love with Harry from the start of our friendship. But he never knew, he wouldn't care also. For him, I'm just a best friend, more like a sister. It kills me to say that he loves her. More than anything.

The night Harry told me the he already loved Maggie was the night that I was suppose to tell him how I feel. My whole world crumbled down because I know that she's the first girl Harry loved. He's not the girlfriend type of guy so I became so hopeless when he told me that Maggie was already his girlfriend. I wasn't assuming that he would like me if I told him but at least I tried. I've never loved any guy like I do to Harry. I wouldn't deny the fact that I still love him because right now it still hurts.