Harry Styles Imagines

Oh My Gosh.

Oh my gosh, I can't remember, who I was, just last December.

His phone is in his hand, his palms holding the small device. Her number and contact information upon the screen, his thumb hovering over the 'call' button. His mind is fighting his heart, he wants to hear her voice, know how she's doing, try to fix what was theirs. But his head keeps feeding him lies, false nothing's that he swears will come true. His heart is heavy, his eyes are threatening to spill out tears. He finally presses the button, the dial tone ringing three times before it goes to voice mail.

"Hi, you've reached me. I'm sorry I couldn't get to the phone, but leave me a message and I'll be sure to get back with you."

A long beep follows her beautiful, smooth voice, telling him it's time to leave his message.
He's silent at first, terrified to tell her what he feels. This might be his last time calling her, having the opportunity to hear voice, even if it is through her phones voicemail. He has so much to say, so much to explain, but the only thing that comes out is sobs. His quiet sobs turn to loud, heart wrenching pleas for her to come back, he finally has a coherent sentence to say.

"Baby, I know you hate me right now, I know you said you wanted nothing to do with me, but...." he pauses to let his tears fall, trying to get his shaky voice to even out. "But, I love you so much and I miss you more than anything, I know you don't want to see me, I know you've probably moved on, but there's a concert tonight in London and I know you're here for the next few months, I'd really appreciate it if you came, Paul would have your tickets and you'd be backstage..." he trails off, another crying break. He's terrified the voicemail will cut him off, not allowing him to finish his pleas to her. "I know you're disappointed in me, I know I broke up with you for a stupid reason, but I miss you like crazy and I-I can't fucking live without you..." he only has a few minutes before he completely breaks down. "If you don't come I understand, but that's where I'll be, I love you."And with those last heart wrenching words, he hangs up, hoping and praying she shows up.

•

It's been two weeks since the concert, two long, exhausting weeks since he left the message for her. She didn't show up, she didn't run into his arms, willing to forgive him like he planned. The concert was ridiculously upsetting, every song he wrote for her was sang with no emotion, the inspiration behind the song not there to lure the passion and love out of him.
After the show no one could coax him out of his room, he's stayed in their shared, well once shared, apartment for the past two weeks, crying his heart out and calling her name in his sleep.

•

I'm awake again, broken from my somewhat peaceful slumber by nightmares that have me yelling her name when I wake up. I can't believe she didn't show up, I thought she'd at least give me a second chance, give me a few minutes to explain why I ended things. But she didn't. She left me looking like an idiot, singing songs on stage that were only meant for her.
I'm broken from my thoughts when there's a knock at ou- my door. When I reach downstairs and open it, Liam is standing outside, a small, sympathetic smile covering his face.

"Hey mate, how are you feeling?" he says, trying to make me feel like everything's normal.

"Like shit, I can't eat. I can't sleep. She's gone, and I need her more than anything."

•

"Like shit, I can't eat. I can't sleep. She's gone, and I need her more than anything." Harry says, his voice filled with despair and disappointment.

He doesn't know Liam brought me here because of this, I got Harry's message but couldn't come because of school. I felt awful, I wanted to hear his explanation, I wanted to know why his pleas were paused with sobs through the phone. But I couldn't, until now.

"Do you really mean that?" I finally say.

Harry's face is visible from behind Liam's shoulder and I can barely recognize him. His eyes are bloodshot and red rimmed, his hair is tangled and matted, his clothes are wrinkled and covered in stains. He looks a mess and it's all my fault.

"Oh my gosh, you're here. Baby, you're here."

His smile breaks and mends my heart. He looks so happy to see me, elated that I actually came. I'm late, but I'm here.

"Yes baby, I'm here."

He hugs me with all his strength, his arms tightly clinging to my waist as mine snake around his neck. One hand reaches up to his greasy, tangled hair to play with his ringlets, something I know he loves.

He sobs on my shoulder, his tears staining my shirt, but I don't mind.

"Why are you here, oh my god, you actually came." his voice fills my ear.

"I got your message, but I had a class that night and if I skipped it they'd send me back to America. Of course I came, I had to know what made my baby so upset." I smile through my words.

"I broke up with you because....because I was afraid you'd leave me, afraid you'd find someone else if you ever had to go back home. I needed you here and I need you more than I've ever needed anyone, and I figured breaking up with you so you couldn't find someone better than me while you were with me would, I don't know, make me feel better..." he trails off, sounding like he's confused by his own words.
But I understand. I know that he always had this hidden insecurity, terrified I would find someone else, some one better while I still loved him.

But he's never been more wrong.

He is my better.

"Oh my boy, I love you like crazy, I'd never find someone better."

"Yes, you will I am an idiot, I left you for nothing."

"But look where I am right now. Would I be back here, in your arms, if I wanted anyone else?"

He looks directly in my eyes and smiles, a genuine, loving smile.

"I love you so damn much. Damn I've missed you."

And I now know, he's mine forever and he's not going to leave me again.