Harry Styles Imagines

-𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘵.3-

"You have to come to my match tomorrow, like, it's your number one priority" James, my brother, reminded me, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen in his pyjamas.

"I am coming now go to bed, you have school tomorrow" I told him, waving my hand at him.

He huffed, disappearing into the darkness of the house "I love you!" I called out after him, waiting for a response.

"Me too!" He yelled from the top of the staircase, pure amusement clear in his voice.

My uncle chuckled, taking a sip of his beer "He's just like your grandfather" he remarked.

"Oh how come we haven't seen you in so long Y/N, you haven't even been in any paparazzi photos, it's like you disappeared?" My auntie asked, leaning forward while resting her arms on the table.

"Well, as you know I was in a relationship, then got out of it and wrote a song about him, leading to a whole album which is coming out at midnight, and now I'm back in a relationship with him but we're going through a tough spot, I mean, I'm the one with my emotions all over the place and I couldn't really- well it's hard to explain, this relationship is rare" I commented, how am I meant to tell my family I'm going out with a mafia leader?

"Well, tell us about him, gotta be right for my niece" my uncle smirked, drumming his fingers in the table.

"Well, he's protective, very generous, tall, green eyes, brown hair, particular, he's always prioritising me" I began, trying to not say anything like 'He has no emotions' because he does.

"What does he do for a living?" My aunt wondered, interested in the conversation.

"Um.. he uh- it's complicated" I stammered, what the hell am I meant to say?!

"It can't be that complicated unless he's got over 4 jobs" My uncle said, nudging my shoulder.

"Okay, but you can't get pissed at me because I love him and I am 19, he's called Harry Styles and.. and he is uh- well he's a billionaire and he's a.. oh god, he's a mafia leader" I managed to reply, staring down at the coffee table.

My aunt chocked on her tea, spluttering over her lap as she got a napkin "I'm sorry?" She coughed, wiping her mouth.

"He's a mafia leader, he's not hurt you or anything right?" My uncle answered, looking at me with concern.

"No.. but- no doesn't matter" I denied, biting my lip.

"Yes it does, if he has hurt you or done something then you have to tell the police, we shouldn't even be allowing this anyway" My aunt stated, well she seems a little more displeased than my uncle.

"Fine, he has never hurt me but since I am in a relationship with him I am threatened, so I was kidnapped once but I'm fine now!" I gave in, putting my hands up in the air.

They sat there in silence, not knowing what to say, to be fair I hadn't a clue on what to say either.

Oh well.

The next morning I woke up to my phone exploding with notifications on social media, fans sending me dms and posting things on twitter about the new album.

I yawned, getting up and looking in the mirror, I did not look presentable.

An hour later I did though, I had showered, got dressed and I was about to do my makeup, so why not go on live?

I propped my phone up on the dresser, sitting down on my stool before opening instagram and starting a live.

Hundreds of thousands of people started flooding onto the live as soon as I started, that was getting pretty close to a million already.