I Hate You, I Love You (Harry Styles Imagine)
REQUEST: (from @draginy-moon-shine) Your mum died and she was one of the boys mums best friend so she takes you in? And he sort of is against it but falls in love with you eventually? Xxx
Here’s the newest addition to my writings! Hope you enjoy!
I can’t even begin to explain the heartache and sadness that I am feeling right now.
Who would’ve thought that I’d get to wear a white dress not on my wedding day, but on my mother’s funeral? My mom’s friends and family all came to console my broken heart, but nothing’s working. My friends supporting me and keeping me comforted still did not do the trick.
“Honey.” A voice said. After my mom’s coffin has been lowered down, all I ever did was stare at the newly covered spot where she lays. I slowly looked up and found Anne, our neighbor and my mom’s best friend. Feeling weak, I just gave her a small smile.
“I know it’s hard losing a mother. But I know you’re a strong woman. You can get through this.” She said, handing me a piece of paper.
I read the top part and it said “LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT”
“What is this?” I asked?
“It’s your mom’s. Your family lawyer explained everything to me because apparently she doesn’t trust your aunts and uncles and made me your guardian until you’re at least 21.”
I read the writings as if they were from a strange land. I never thought my mom would leave me with all these properties and wealth. Since dad left, all mom did was work.
All her hard work paid off.
“Don’t worry honey, you’re 19. In two years you can live your own life the way you want it. But for now, if you’ll allow me, I’ll be your “mum” for a while and you can stay with me and my family yeah?”
After that day, I moved in with the Styles’ and hoped for the best.
For the past few days, I got to know my new family.
Robin, Anne’s husband, was a big man with a big heart. He and Anne both treat me like I wasn’t a stranger to their home. Of course they saw me grow up as the live next door, but they treat me like their own and not just a random neighbor’s daughter.
Anne was the best. She treated me like I came from her own womb. She made sure to get to know me better by finding out everything about me. She asked about my favorite food once and cooked it during dinner. She made me feel at home.
Gemma, their eldest daughter, was a three or four years older than me. She and I get along very well because we treat each other as the sister we never had. She became my instant best friend. I can talk to her about anything. We also watch Rom-Com movies and paint our nails together. She was even the one who wanted to share a room and not let me stay at the guest room. I declined though, I know how important privacy is at my age, especially hers.
And then there’s Harry. 3 words. He hates me. Apparently we’re the same age and he did not appreciate his mom bringing another girl in the family. He made my happy life a little less happy.
“Give it back!” I shouted.
Here we are again, bickering like cat and dog. Apparently he came into my room and found my journal, the journal my mom gave me last before she passed. That journal contained poems and stories written mostly by her and a few me.
“Harry, if you open that journal or even scratch the cover I will destroy your face!” I shouted as I follow him around the house. He then ran towards the backyard.
Oh no. It was raining.
I had a bad feeling about this.
“Harry I’m fucking serious! Give it back.” As soon as I caught up with him, I was too late.
Harry had a sheepish smile on his face, my journal no longer in his hands.
“Where’s my journal?” but I did not need his answer because I got a glimpse of a wet journal on top of the garden table.
“Fucking hell!” I said, trying my best to dry it out with my hands.
“I’m sorry! I slipped and fell. It fell on the puddle right there.” He said pointing out the puddle. I took notice of his wet shirt and hair but I did not care.
“Do you have any idea how important this journal is? Do you? Do you even care about my dead mother and her remaining memories with me? Do you know that she wrote most of the things written here?” I shouted. The entire family must’ve heard my outburst and started gathering by the door.
“I said I’m sorr-”
“But sorry won’t fix this! Even if this dries out, it’ll be in bad shape.” I said. Reality set in and the thought of not being able to read her poems to sleep made tears form in my eyes. Seeing me cry will add to Harry’s triumph, so I quickly ran up to my room and locked it.
A few days passed since the incident. I haven’t talked to Harry since. He’s tried apologizing countless of times but I just shrugged him off and continued not noticing his presence.
Today as I got home from school, I saw Harry watching the telly. I just passed by him and went straight to my room. When I enter the room, I saw small box on top of my bed. I didn’t say who it was from so I guessed it was from Gemma, since she was the only one who knew it was my birthday. When I opened the box, it contained the exact same journal that Harry ruined. When I skimmed through the journal, it contained the same poems and stories from the old one, as well as my mother’s handwriting and mine - exactly the same. A piece of paper slid off it and I immediately recognized the handwriting.
I’m sorry. -H
I quickly ran down and saw Harry by the kitchen, sipping tea.
“Ho- How did you do this?” I asked in disbelief.
“I have my ways.” He said, winking. I didn’t say anything else and just hugged him.
“I do care about you. I just needed to get used to you.. But I got too much used to you.” He said.
I was about to ask what he meant when I felt his lips on mine.
I didn’t stop him. I kissed back and that started a great relationship between us.