Imagine part 15//
"Hello?" I asked to hear if Harry's voice responded as I walked in, and it didn't. I sighed and took off my jacket, walking further in our house. "Harry?" I asked and suddenly I saw him. He was on the sofa, holding a bottle of liquor, and now I understood it. That's why he called. I walked over and quickly grabbed it away, meeting his crystal blank eyes. "Don't drink more Harry", I said when he tried to take it back. He let out a sigh and looked down at his hands. "You told me you quit drinking", I said remembering the day I took a glass of champaign, and he didn't want any. "I-I had quit, but then I drank again because I wanted to stop thinking, it was driving me crazy actually caring", Harry said making me frown. "Harry, put your glass down and go to bed", I demanded not asking him about who or what he was thinking about before he began to drink. "Come to bed with me", Harry said with a smirk om his face. I took a deep breath and shook my head. "In the morning you'll be back to the angry, rude Styles I have grown to know, so go to bed.. Without me, you hate me", I reminded him and he shook his head. "No, no I don't hate you, I just say that to deny any kind of feeling for you, because that's how I am, and please call me Harry, you voice saying that soothes me", he said calm, trying to take my arm but I pulled it away, once again ignoring what he said. If he hadn't been drinking he would never said these things, so I knew better than to listen. "If you come sleep with me, i'll tell you about my past", Harry said breaking the silence as I held him tight so he could walk in a straight line. I opened the door to his bedroom and made him take off his shoes. "Lay down", I mumbled and gently pushed him in bed. "Feisty", he whispered in a smirk making me let out a giggle. When Harry saw me laugh, a beautiful smile came accross his face, much like the smile from the other night when I had a nightmare, and he strangly made it dissappear. Not even my father could do that. "Goodnight Styles", I said turning around but Harry's arm stopped me. "What?" I asked getting a little irritated. "Please say Harry", he begged with pleading eyes, and it almost looked like he was in pain. "Please", he whispered when I stood there, still, a little confused about what Harry was doing. "Goodnight Harry", I said and turned around, walking to the door. I didn't wait to see how he reacted, and just as I was about to close the door, his words broke through the air. "Goodnight beautiful, what you do to me is frightning", his raspy brittish voice said. I closed the door and leaned my body against it as I slowly went futher down untill I ended up sitting. "What the hell?" I mumbled when I thaught about everything he said. It was like I finally got to see some emotion in him, even if he was drunk I saw. I saw a new side to him, the caring voulnerable side, and I liked it.//
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