Harry Styles Imagines

Heaven.

Its automatic, it's just what they do.

I remember the first day I met him. This overwhelming feeling of needing to protect him overtook my body. This realization that anything and everything could happen to him and I would be willing to stop it or change it in a matter of seconds. I had never felt this before. I had never understood what love could do to a person until that moment.

I had always said love at first sight didn't exist and it's definitely not something I was expecting to become accustomed to, but infatuation wasn't the word for how I felt toward Harry. There was this magnetic current, this overwhelming pull that always managed to make my body find his. I cannot explain how incredible the feeling was. To actually feel love was indescribable and to find it so young and so out of the blue, was even more beautiful.

There's just one catch... Harry didn't feel the same.

We met at a coffee shop when I was seventeen after a long day at dance practice. It was still quite early and I had a lot to do, so I quickly got a latte before heading for the door when I slammed into his chest.

"You got somewhere to be, love?"

His voice was so beautiful and I knew if I looked up to meet his eyes I would be a puddle on the floor, but I did it anyway.
We talked the rest of the day. My plans were just a shout in to the void and as badly as I was stressed about having so much to do, I didn't care because he made it better.

Harry made it better.

We're best friends. I tell him everything.

Everything except that I am in love with him. I tried and tried, but the words never came out, the words just slipped from my mind because anytime I wanted to say it, he would give me that look, that knowing look of admiration, but the admiration that was only triggered to those you saw as friendly and nothing else.

I can't picture my life without him and I know that telling him would be the end of this perfect bubble we have going on, this perfect atmosphere of knowing that I love him and only him, and he may not know that, but I at least have him to go to if anything goes wrong.
Laying in my bed, I turn on some music, recently, Heaven by Julia Michaels is my favorite. I stand to pick my outfit out for later, Harry is taking me to see a film.

"They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you." I sing along whilst swaying my hips side to side, the long t-shirt I found in my drawer rides innocently up my naked thighs, but it's warm outside and the gentle breeze from my cracked window adds an even better ambience.

"You don't realize the power they have, until they leave you and you want them back, nothing in this world prepares you for that." Damn wasn't that the truth. Harry and I had a fight once, it was horrendous, we didn't speak for almost six months.

"No! You do not get to cry and pout and make me feel guilty! Gosh, look at you." I had told him about his ex-girlfriend's infidelity. I saw her at a park whilst walking my dog. She was with this guy, kissing and cuddling him in the middle of the day. She was happy. My heart broke for Harry because days before this, he expressed his feelings toward her and as much as it ruined me, I was so incredibly proud of him for finding love. I thought it was true. I thought it was real.

"She wouldn't cheat on me, damnit. She loves me! She told me yesterday!" Yesterday was also the day I saw her. She was leading a double life. Falling in love with some stranger by day, making Harry her slave by night.

"You're just jealous because I am happy and in love. You want us to breakup so you can have me for yourself. So, I can be here all damn day and not have a life. Yeah, that's it. You just want me to always need you. Well, guess what? I don't need you anymore. I need Leila and that's all."