TALI'S POV

Harold Edward Styles is a big, fat, jerk face.

Then again, I was kinda a big, fat, jerk face myself...

Maybe I should start at the beginning. That would be two hours ago.


RW - TWO HOURS EARLIER

"Harry! Why can't you just appreciate me! It's not necessary to go get drunk and find some other girl, just because I actually have some dignity!"

"Maybe you should go to clubs with me, then!"

"I thought you didn't like loads of makeup and mini skirts!"

"I don't! Except when they're on you. What I don't like, is when people spit. No offense... you spit when you yell. But anyway, why can't you just trust me?"

"Because I'm not stupid! I know what you're like! I used to just be a fan, once upon a time, before you messed up my life! And offense is taken!"

"I didn't mess it up for you, you do that, all on your own!"

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm done. I can't deal with you anymore. I hope you're happy."

And with that, I stormed out of his house, and down the driveway, to my car.

I drove home, the whole way, fighting tears. I walked inside my house, and as soon as I closed the door, something in me snapped. I collapsed on the ground in body-shaking gasps and sobs.

Once I thought I was dry of tears, I dragged myself to the bathroom to see how much my mascara had smeared. I ended up just wiping it all off. I pulled my hair up on top of my head in a messy bun, and changed into Nike shorts and a fitted t-shirt.

I waltzed over to the couch, and unceremoniously dropped onto it. I grabbed the remote, but every channel I turned to reminded me of him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I slowly opened it, prepared for the worst, but hoping for the best. Unfortunately, I got both.

There stood Harold Edward Styles, with a bouquet of roses, and the sorriest expression on his face that I had ever seen.

"Tali... Can I come in? I have some unfinished business with you."

I reluctantly gave in to my feeble mind, and opened the door wider so he could come in. As soon as he turned around, I tackled him in a fierce hug.

"Those two hours away from you was the worst time of my life," he mumbled.

"I was just about to say the same thing," I smiled. "Can you forgive me, Harry?"

"I can do more than forgive you, Tali. I can love you. I already do."

He grinned at me, and grabbed me in a hug, spinning me around, and falling onto the couch, much like I had done before. Just a lot happier. Harry then proceeded to sing me my favorite song.


Can't believe your packin your bags
Tryin so hard not to cry
Had the best time and now its the worst time
But we have to say goodbye

Don't promise that you're gonna write
Don't promise that you'll call
Just promise that you won't forget we had it all

Cause you were mine for the Summer
Now we know its nearly over
Feels like snow in September
But I always will remember
You were my Summer love
You always will be my Summer love

Wish that we could be alone now
If we could find some place to hide
Make the last time just like the first time
Push a button and rewind

Don't say the word that's on your lips
Don't look at me that way
Just promise you'll remember
When the sky is grey

Cause you were mine for the Summer
Now we know its nearly over
Feels like snow in September
But I always will remember
You were my Summer love
You always will be my Summer love

So please don't make this any harder
We can't take this any farther
And I know there's nothin that I wanna change, change

Cause you were mine for the Summer
Now we know its nearly over
Feels like snow in September
But I always will remember
You were my Summer love

You always will be my Summer love
You always will be my Summer love
You will always be my Summer love


"Will you promise me that you won't leave me again? I don't think I could survive that again."

"Don't make me promise anything. I will choose. And I've made the choice to stay."

"Whatever you say, Tali."

Notes

Imagine are still closed! Sorry!

Oh, and since right now, it's almost 3 a.m. , I will be writing your imagine tomorrow, belikewahcha.

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