Personal Imagines! ツ
♡ Imagine for Haylee ♡
(Haylee's POV)
"Joshua! I hate you!" I yelled, eyes threatening to pour out with tears. "I honestly, undeniably hate you with my whole heart!" I don't even think that made sense, but I was too angry to care. In fact, I was shouting so loud it hurt my throat.
I had just caught my boyfriend of eight months, Josh, cheating on me with my best friend, Shyanne. Two of the most important people in my life just broke my heart, and I was hurting very badly inside.
I started to curse at both of them. Shyanne stood silently with her head down, and I began rattling off about how I couldn't believe what she did and how I would never trust her or talk to her again. Josh tried to calm me down, but I was furious with him and I didn't want to hear it. I grabbed my suitcase, threw all my belongings into it, and left. I was not staying with Josh anymore, and since I can't spend the night at Shyanne's, I have to go find another place to sleep.
I ran out of the house and into the darkness to a nearby park, while my face flooded with tears due to the misery I was going through. I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life. I kept thinking negative thoughts, knowing very well that they weren't gonna help my situation at all. As I ran to the park, I felt the wrath of the wind as it blew fiercely, compelling my hair to stick to my tear-stained face.
Once I arrived at my destination, I sat down in a bench and set my suitcase down next to me. I bent my knees up and cried into them. The air around me was so cold, and my teeth were involuntarily chattering. I stayed in that position for awhile, tears pouring out. I wasn't even crying–I was bawling. Here I was, at 10:30 P.M., in the darkness, with no where to go.
About 15 minutes later, a figure came and sat next to me. I didn't even realize until I felt a hand rub my back soothingly. I looked up, startled, to find a man staring back at me with concern in his eyes. I couldn't see him very well.
"Babe, are you okay?" he asked, his heavy British accent evident. His voice was angelic.
"Um.." I trailed off, my voice barely audible. I sniffled.
"You're a beautiful young girl. What are you doing here all alone, crying, on a Friday night? You should be out partying and having fun with your girlfriends!" he said, his hand never leaving my back. I only cried more when he mentioned my "girlfriends", because it reminded me of Shyanne. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I say the wrong thing? I- I- come here." He opened his arms, inviting me to a hug.
He pulled me into an embrace; it was a comforting moment. When he pulled away, I had an urge to hug him again, so I did. He seemed surprised, but he put his arms back around me until I stopped crying.
"I'm Haylee," I greeted. "Call me crazy, but you look like Harry Styles from One Direction."
"Because I am Harry Styles," he answered. My eyes widened. The dark made it a bit hard to see, but I could make out his beautiful features. Needless to say, I. Was. Freaking. Out.
We began conversing about his life of fame and fortune and his other bandmates. He told me he liked to come to this park every once in a while, because it gave him a place to think about life. Eventually, I spilled to him about the events that had occurred earlier in the night.
"Why don't you come over and spend the night at my place?" Harry suggested.
"No, Harry.. I couldn't you do that much for me. You've already done enough. Thank you," I replied.
"No, no, I insist. Come on," Harry stood up and grabbed my suitcase. He held out his free hand for me to take, but I shook my head, denying his offer. "You have to come! I'm not gonna let you sleep outside on a park bench in the freezing cold."
It dawned on me that Harry wasn't going to let me stay here. "Fine," I mumbled, and he smiled. I took his hand, and we walked the short journey to his house.
I changed my clothes and went to sleep in the guest bedroom, thankful to Harry for letting me spend the night.
Apparently, Harry had more in his mind than just letting me spend the night. I've been staying with him for 6 days, and he refuses to let me leave. He says he still has 8 days off, and he wants to spend them with me.
Harry was in his room, it was about 3:00 P.M., and I was about to watch a movie. I decided to get Harry and ask if he would watch it with me.
I hopped up the stairs, and reached his bedroom. His door was open a crack, but I was still going to knock when I heard something that surprised me.
It was Harry's voice saying, "..name is Haylee." I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but when I heard him say my name, how could I just walk away? I wanted to know what he was saying about me. "Oh, yes," I could hear him speak. "She's beautiful and lovely and kind and.. and I think I'm really starting to like her, Lou."
Harry was probably on the phone. I heard nothing for a while, assuming that Louis was speaking on the other end of the line. Harry finally began talking again, "I don't know if I'm gonna, isn't it kind of quick? I mean, I just met her, like, literally 6 days ago." Again, there was a pause, but when Harry spoke up again, I couldn't hear what he was saying.
I decided to go in and pretend like I heard nothing. Just as I was about to knock, Harry opened the door. I nearly hit his head. His mouth dropped open a little bit
"Oh, hi," I said, nonchalantly.
He replied in the same manner, "Hey."
"What ya up to?" I asked, casually.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Were you listening?"
"Uhm.." I looked away. "No."
"Make eye contact," Harry said.
I looked at Harry in the eyes. "Okay, fine. I did. I'm sorry. I heard my name and I couldn't help it, I'm sorry," I apologized. Harry just looked at me, as if saying 'Anything else?' So I began go speak again, "And.. What you said.. Was it true?"
Harry tucked a strand of my long, chocolate colored behind my ear, "Yes. I meant it. And, I- Um- will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend, Haylee?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed.
Harry attached his lips to mine, and it was the best feeling in the world.
"Joshua! I hate you!" I yelled, eyes threatening to pour out with tears. "I honestly, undeniably hate you with my whole heart!" I don't even think that made sense, but I was too angry to care. In fact, I was shouting so loud it hurt my throat.
I had just caught my boyfriend of eight months, Josh, cheating on me with my best friend, Shyanne. Two of the most important people in my life just broke my heart, and I was hurting very badly inside.
I started to curse at both of them. Shyanne stood silently with her head down, and I began rattling off about how I couldn't believe what she did and how I would never trust her or talk to her again. Josh tried to calm me down, but I was furious with him and I didn't want to hear it. I grabbed my suitcase, threw all my belongings into it, and left. I was not staying with Josh anymore, and since I can't spend the night at Shyanne's, I have to go find another place to sleep.
I ran out of the house and into the darkness to a nearby park, while my face flooded with tears due to the misery I was going through. I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life. I kept thinking negative thoughts, knowing very well that they weren't gonna help my situation at all. As I ran to the park, I felt the wrath of the wind as it blew fiercely, compelling my hair to stick to my tear-stained face.
Once I arrived at my destination, I sat down in a bench and set my suitcase down next to me. I bent my knees up and cried into them. The air around me was so cold, and my teeth were involuntarily chattering. I stayed in that position for awhile, tears pouring out. I wasn't even crying–I was bawling. Here I was, at 10:30 P.M., in the darkness, with no where to go.
About 15 minutes later, a figure came and sat next to me. I didn't even realize until I felt a hand rub my back soothingly. I looked up, startled, to find a man staring back at me with concern in his eyes. I couldn't see him very well.
"Babe, are you okay?" he asked, his heavy British accent evident. His voice was angelic.
"Um.." I trailed off, my voice barely audible. I sniffled.
"You're a beautiful young girl. What are you doing here all alone, crying, on a Friday night? You should be out partying and having fun with your girlfriends!" he said, his hand never leaving my back. I only cried more when he mentioned my "girlfriends", because it reminded me of Shyanne. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I say the wrong thing? I- I- come here." He opened his arms, inviting me to a hug.
He pulled me into an embrace; it was a comforting moment. When he pulled away, I had an urge to hug him again, so I did. He seemed surprised, but he put his arms back around me until I stopped crying.
"I'm Haylee," I greeted. "Call me crazy, but you look like Harry Styles from One Direction."
"Because I am Harry Styles," he answered. My eyes widened. The dark made it a bit hard to see, but I could make out his beautiful features. Needless to say, I. Was. Freaking. Out.
We began conversing about his life of fame and fortune and his other bandmates. He told me he liked to come to this park every once in a while, because it gave him a place to think about life. Eventually, I spilled to him about the events that had occurred earlier in the night.
"Why don't you come over and spend the night at my place?" Harry suggested.
"No, Harry.. I couldn't you do that much for me. You've already done enough. Thank you," I replied.
"No, no, I insist. Come on," Harry stood up and grabbed my suitcase. He held out his free hand for me to take, but I shook my head, denying his offer. "You have to come! I'm not gonna let you sleep outside on a park bench in the freezing cold."
It dawned on me that Harry wasn't going to let me stay here. "Fine," I mumbled, and he smiled. I took his hand, and we walked the short journey to his house.
I changed my clothes and went to sleep in the guest bedroom, thankful to Harry for letting me spend the night.
Apparently, Harry had more in his mind than just letting me spend the night. I've been staying with him for 6 days, and he refuses to let me leave. He says he still has 8 days off, and he wants to spend them with me.
Harry was in his room, it was about 3:00 P.M., and I was about to watch a movie. I decided to get Harry and ask if he would watch it with me.
I hopped up the stairs, and reached his bedroom. His door was open a crack, but I was still going to knock when I heard something that surprised me.
It was Harry's voice saying, "..name is Haylee." I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but when I heard him say my name, how could I just walk away? I wanted to know what he was saying about me. "Oh, yes," I could hear him speak. "She's beautiful and lovely and kind and.. and I think I'm really starting to like her, Lou."
Harry was probably on the phone. I heard nothing for a while, assuming that Louis was speaking on the other end of the line. Harry finally began talking again, "I don't know if I'm gonna, isn't it kind of quick? I mean, I just met her, like, literally 6 days ago." Again, there was a pause, but when Harry spoke up again, I couldn't hear what he was saying.
I decided to go in and pretend like I heard nothing. Just as I was about to knock, Harry opened the door. I nearly hit his head. His mouth dropped open a little bit
"Oh, hi," I said, nonchalantly.
He replied in the same manner, "Hey."
"What ya up to?" I asked, casually.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Were you listening?"
"Uhm.." I looked away. "No."
"Make eye contact," Harry said.
I looked at Harry in the eyes. "Okay, fine. I did. I'm sorry. I heard my name and I couldn't help it, I'm sorry," I apologized. Harry just looked at me, as if saying 'Anything else?' So I began go speak again, "And.. What you said.. Was it true?"
Harry tucked a strand of my long, chocolate colored behind my ear, "Yes. I meant it. And, I- Um- will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend, Haylee?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed.
Harry attached his lips to mine, and it was the best feeling in the world.
Notes
sorry it took so long. what happened was I wrote it in the notes on my phone& then it wouldn't let me copy and paste :( so I had to re-write, but it's here now, so I hope you like it!please vote and subscribe! thank you so much!
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My name:jamie
1D Boy- Louis
my Appearance- tall, slight sun tan
~Eyes: golden hazel
~Hair: dark blond long
my Personality- kind caring
my Hobbies-cycling
Relationship Change in the Imagine?- wife to wife+mumma-to-be
Anything Else
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