Harry Styles Imagines

Girl Code || Part 6

Harry! Why don't we have a little chat?"

Harry had just gotten off the treadmill, his hair damp and his skin dewy. He turned and flashed a quick smile at you after taking a swig of water as you made your way over to him.

"What's up?" He panted lightly, clearly still out of breath from his workout. You had about a million and one questions floating around in your mind, but you knew you had to ask him one important question.

"You'd never lie to me, right?" You asked, smiling up at Harry and taking note of the way his face dropped a little.

"Uh... Why do you ask?" Harry chewed on his bottom lip, his gaze dropping to the ground as he looked at his shoes.

"Because I-"

"I would really appreciate if you stopped harassing my boyfriend, Y/N." You winced as you felt a sharp tug on your shoulder, scowling when Y/F/N made her way over to stand next to Harry.

"If I had a dollar for every time you referred to Harry as your boyfriend, I think I'd be a millionaire. A trillionaire, even." You didn't know what it was, but something just felt wrong. Every time Y/F/N and Harry interacted, it didn't seem genuine. The way he acted with you was much more different than the way he acted with Y/F/N, so why was he suddenly so into her? And if they were actually dating and if this Harry business was just all in your head, you were always up for a first date story.

"Y/F/N, I thought you said this plan was going to-"

"You're just upset because the person you like belongs to me!"

"He's not a piece of meat, Y/F/N. Have some manners for once in your bloody life." And that's when you registered what Harry had just uttered to Y/F/N. "Wait, what plan?"

"There's no plan, you've probably gone deaf from your loud voice."

"Wha- If anyone has a loud voice here it's gotta be you!"

"You're the one screaming at-"

"Can I say something?!" You and Y/F/N shut up almost immediately when Harry finally slipped into the conversation. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked frustrated with the both of you. Harry cleared his throat before speaking. "I'm going to give you the story from my perspective, and no one is going to interrupt me or we'll never get anywhere."

"But-"

"No interruptions!" Harry gave Y/F/N a pointed look before gesturing towards the stools by the smoothie bar. "Take a seat. This is going to take a while."

"Is it really? Because I get to clock out early today and I was planning to go and watch-" You cut yourself off when you got the same look from Harry, making you raise your arms in defense before plopping yourself down on the stool.

"First things first-"

"I'm the realest." You muttered to yourself, giggling lightly before stopping at the sight of Harry's unamused expression.

"Y/F/N and I aren't dating. I'm not her boyfriend, and she's definitely not my girlfriend. I mean, I'm sure you'd make a great girlfriend but- Okay, that's not the point right now. I..." Harry paused, seeming to struggle to find his words. "I like you, Y/N. I liked you the first time I stepped into this gym and the first time you made a banana smoothie for me. I think it's adorable when you go around the gym offering people a glass of water or a towel. I also thought it was funny that you offered to help me lift a hundred pound weight even though we both know you can barely handle a fifty-pound weight. The point is that I like you a lot, and I don't want you t' feel bad if you don't feel the same way! I'll totally understand, but I thought that I just needed to get tha' off my chest before I explode."