Imagine part 10/
Harry's P.O.V/
I heard the door open. I knew it was (y/n). I sighed and took a deep breath before I got up from the sofa, holding a cup of coffee for her. Oddly I felt bad for the words I used against her earlier. I don't exacly like her, but I went too far, I have alot more in my life that's worse then her, so telling her she was the worst thing that happened to me was a lie. "Hey", I mumbled and handed her the cup. She looked confused, and a little frightened by my change of attitude since this morning. "Styles", she said and took the cup and walked towards the kitchen. She picked up sugar, but I stopped her. "I already put in two spoons, if I remember right you usually have two spoons", I said and she looked even more confused, I was even confused, I was never like this, I never remember things people say. "I.. Uhm.. I don't know how to say it", I said when all I wanted to get out was a two words sentance. "What?" She asked and took a sip of her coffe, making me see how beautiful she actually is. "I'm sorry.. For what I said earlier, i'm sure you hate this just as much, and I know we don't get along, but you're not the worst thing that's happened to me", I said taking a few steps away from her. She gave me a slight smile and nodded. "You piss me off alot", she admitted and I nodded, knowing I did that to alot of people. "Well, no more kindness from me today, so goodnight", I mumbled and walked away. I shook the picture I had of her taking a sip of her coffee away, not even wanting to thing about her beauty, she wasn't supposed to mean anythin to me, and I want it to stay that way. "Goodnight", she whispered in her soft voice. I made my way upstairs and got ready for bed. I could hear her walk further down the hall because of her heels so I knew she was going to bed aswell. Just as I was going to get in bed my phone lit up, and my ringtone went off. "Hey", my moms voice said through the phone. "are you feeling better?" She asked and I sighed. "Mom, you've asked me that once a week ever since I was 6, i'm ok now", I said not really believing it myself. What happened that one night at the age of 6 still haunts me, it was the source to who I am today, emotionless and scared. "I know.. I'm just worried", mom whispered. "Mom, I- I have to go", I mumbled when I heard (y/n) scream, and I knew she was having one of those nightmares again.//
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