HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Ya'll...it's Harry's 26th birthday...AHHHHH. I just realized how long I support this curly idiot now (around 7 years) and I am not only mind blown but also asking myself if I will ever get over him/ 1D. Sorry mom, it's not just a phase. I sold my soul. *pained chuckle*

Now, let me pay homage to a song that is on my top 3 Spotify streams since the day it came out and that literally saved my life. Mister Harry Edward Styles...I (l)owe you. 

also...see ya in London ;) Kissy, Nica

I don't know exactly what it was about this song that brought me to tears every time. Maybe it was his voice that seemed to carry so much emotion in it whenever he sung it, which was evident if you heard it live or on the radio sometimes. Maybe it was the lyrics that struck me from the beginning, the soft promise that everything will be alright. Maybe it was just me, being so proud of what he did and so grateful that I knew him. Maybe it was all of it together, I don't know. 

But fact was, that I teared up every single time he performed it, be it for the world to see or just by lowly humming it in the car, in the kitchen, in the bathroom or in bed whilst we'd read or watch TV. Which was sort of hypocritical because the first sentences was literally "just stop your crying". 

Still, there I was, salty tears running down my face and probably dragging ninety percent of my make up with them. The cameras were all pointed at Harry, some of them shifted occasionally over to the band before focusing on my boyfriend again. 

Harry had his hands gripped tightly around the microphone, his brows furrowed slightly. His unruly curls were pushed back through the headphones and the wide shirt with the star-print on them rolled back to his elbows. Watching him sing was almost hypnotizing and even though I saw him perform many times by now, it never lost any of its indescribable energy that left you in a daze. He closed his eyes as he sung the higher notes, nose and brows a bit scrunched. 

Occasionally, he pulled up the right corner of his upper lip, a thing he always did whenever he'd sing something high, loud or long. I watched in adoration how he dropped his head in a little pause between the verses, pouting his lips just a little, before looking up and continuing to sing. 

My eyes trailed down his concentrated face, over to his revealed tattoos and then back up to his ring-clod fingers. His silvery rings gleamed softly in the dim light, giving off whiteish refection's whenever he tightened his grip or moved his hand just slightly. Giving the song everything he got, he had his hands still tight around the handle of the mic, and they stayed there until the song was over. Harry stepped away from the microphone, his serious attire dropping immediately.

 He ducked down for grabbing a bottle of water and as he came back up, his eye met with mine. Immediately, a little smile stole itself on his lips and he gave me an warm smile. I quickly wiped my cheek dry (at least I attempted to do so) before I returned the smile softly. The room quieted down completely again before the last few chords of the song sounded through the studio. I released a breath I didn't knew I was holding, slipping out of my jacket. 

It had become a bit too warm to wear it and I hadn't dared to take it off so I wouldn't disturb the session. When I looked up again, Mitch had already placed his Guitar down and Harry stood in front of me. He looked down at me quietly, just extending his hands towards me, so he'd help me up. I let him help me and stretched my back when I finally stood again. Harry wrapped his arms around me, still wordlessly inspecting my face. 

"What?" I whispered softly, tilting my head. 

"Ye cried?" I chuckled embarrassed. 

"Course I did. I always do when you sing this song. Especially when the vibe is already that raw and precious." I answered, pecking his cheek. A small smile danced on his lips before he pressed a kiss on my lips. 

"M'sorry for tha' love...didn't wanted to make ye cry." He stated softly and I snorted. "You absolutely do not have to apologize for that...I am so proud of you Harry and I love this song so much...I can't help it. But that is not your fault, it never was." He hummed lowly, tightening the hug a bit before planting his lips on mine for a very sweet kiss. 

"I love ye." I smirked softly. "Love you more." 

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is short, is fluffy and also, is how I feel about sott. 

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