Harry Styles Imagines

09 - Tell me a lie

TELL ME A LIE

*Harry's POV*

                                      Finally. Finally I'm home. Nine months without seeing my girl were the hardest 9 months in my whole life. I missed everything about her. Her smile, her laugh, her body, her touch. Even her boring stories. Now, I can't wait to hear another one. I can't wait to hear her speak with her angelic voice, to feel her soft touch and to see her beautiful smile which lights up the glint in her eyes.

 While she is still at work I decide to make a surprise for her. I put rose petals and candle lights in the bedroom. During tour we couldn't see us because she had to work and I was busy all the time. Skyping, texting and phone calls weren't the same as when I can hold her while she talks about her day.

 The door bell rings and I rush toward the door to open it. There she is. The most beautiful girl in the world. Her hair is longer. Her smile even more beautiful. I'm more than excited to see her but she looks like she is not. Her face expression gets sad when she sees me smiling at her.

  "Babe, are you ok?" I ask her worried, "I'm back now. We can spend now more time together. I have like four weeks off."

 She smiles but avoids the eye contact with me. When she looks up at me she has tears in her eyes.

  "Baby...hey. I'm here. Please don't cry." I try to calm her down an my thumb wipes some silent tears away. I don't really know what to say since I don't know what is wrong with her. She walks in and I close the door behind her. I watch her walking into the living room and I follow her, confused why she isn't talking to me. She stops in the middle of the room and turns around to me. New tears are rolling down her cheeks. 

  "H—Harry, I need to talk to you."

 What is wrong? She doesn't seem to be happy to see me again after nine months. Nine incredibly long months. I walk closer to her but she stumbles some steps backwards. She closes her eyes for a moment and breathes deeply in and out. Trying to calm herself down, choosing the right words for whatever she has to tell me.

  "Aren't you happy to see me again? I mean the last time we have seen us was nine months ago."

  "Right nine months..." She repeats, "Nine months are a really long time, Harry."

  "What are you trying to tell me, Y/?" Did she cheat on me? Pregnant? Any possibility of what could have happened in those nine months is going through my head.

  "I—I moved on, Harry. You weren't here, I couldn't visit you. I needed some distraction from the horrible feeling of missing you." She cheated on me...

  "You did—You cheated on me?"

  "No! No, I didn't! I spent a lot time with friends of mine. Trying to suppress the feeling of missing you. It really ate me from the inside but with the time it just...it went away."

 She bites her full bottom lip. Afraid of what will happen. How I will react. She does this every time. Every time when she tells me something that could make me angry she bites her lip and looks desperate at me. But I'm not angry. I'm confused and upset.

  "Y-you stopped missing me?"

  "I moved on, Harry. I don't feel what I'm used to feel when I think of you. I fell—" She starts the sentence I fear the most. No. She cannot say this. No, we are meant to be together. We are made for each other, "I fell in love with someone else." She whispers.

 Speechless. I'm speechless. Tears are forming in my eyes. Nine months. I couldn't see her nine incredibly long months. I couldn't feel her and now she tells me she is in love with someone else? Anger is boiling in my veins. I clench my hands into fists.

  "Who is it?" I'm going to beat the living shit out of this guy for stealing my girl.

  "It doesn't matter, Harry," She replies and shakes her head, "You were my first love. You will always be in my heart."

  "It's this weird guy you always spent time with, right? Mark or Marcus, right? I knew it! I should have—"

  "Harry, stop it! It doesn't matter who it is. It doesn't change anything about this situation."

 With those words she walks towards the door. But I can't let her go like that. She is my everything even if she loves someone else. I run after her and pull her back. She stares at me, hurt and pleadingly.

  "Harry, don't make it so difficult for me to just go through this door." She pleads.

  "No, please don't leave me like this, Y/N. Please." 

  "What can I do to make you feel better?"

  "Love me."

  "I can't, Harry."

  "Tell me a lie then."

 She breathes deeply in. I take a step closer to her and she doesn't back away. I put my hand on her cheek and look at her, admire her face, look into her beautiful eyes. Oh, how I loved to look in those eyes. 

  "Tell me a lie." I repeat and she puts her hands on my chest.

  "I love you, Harry."

 She doesn't say more. Just those simple three words and my name. Her body starts trembling and I know she tries anything to suppress the sobs and the tears. I press our foreheads together and close my eyes. I smell her overwhelming scent, feel her warm skin against mine. 

  "I have to go, Harry," She breathes, "He is waiting outside."

 I have to fight every urge to run outside to drag him out of his car, ruining his face because he stole my girl. He stole her heart while I was thinking that it still belonged to me. But I tame my anger because the pain, she has caused me, is much more prominent.

  "Tell me one more lie. Tell me you won't leave me."

 I know I hurt myself even more with this but I need to hear this. Even my body starts to tremble and the tears are streaming down my face. 

  "I won't leave you. I will stay with you forever, forever at your side. I...I love—" She stops and strokes over my cheek and I open my eyes, a sad smile on her lips,"I love you with all my heart, Harry."

 She is a good liar. If there weren't the sadness in her eyes I would believe all this. She places a soft kiss on my cheek.

  "Thank you." I say and for a second my grip gets tighter. I take one last breath to smell her scent, enjoy the last moment I have with her and then she walks away. She leaves me alone in the hallway of my house. When she is out of my house everything feels colder and looks colourless.

 Nine months I could hardly wait for this day. Now I loathe the day. It feels as if she took my heart with her and actually she did exactly this. Because even though her heart doesn't belong to me anymore, my heart will always belong to her. But from now on, I don't have the chance to show her that anymore. I don't have the chance to show her my love and my desire for her.

 From now on I'm no longer the one who makes her smile.
 I'm no longer the one who makes her feel special.
 I'm no longer the one who can tell her I love you and she will answer with  I love you too. 

 Somebody else will do this now.