I NEED ONE DIRECTION TO BE BACK TOGETHER!
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS WAKE UP AT 7 AM ON A HOT SUMMER DAY WITH THE AC ON TO WATCH ELLEN ON ONE CHANNEL TO CATCH NIALL, WATCH LATE LATE SHOW ON ANOTHER CHANNEL TO CATCH HARRY, AND LISTEN TO THE RADIO TO WAIT FOR LIAM’S GUESTING?!
I’ve finally done my dream imagine! I’ve been wanting to write a dramatic imagine for a while now. Thank you to those who voted for this and for those who even personally messaged me. I really do appreciate the help.
It took me quite a lot of time to finish this because I had a lot of scenarios in mind. Sorry for the delay. Hope I didn’t disappoint.
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They say that after the honeymoon phase comes the biggest bump in one’s relationship.
For four years now, I’ve been Harry Styles’s girlfriend. I met him when I started working for Lou as her assistant stylist for the Where We Are Tour. At first, I was adamant to do it. But with a little push from Lou, I finally agreed. I’m glad that I agreed. Each passing day on the road, Harry and I grew closer until he finally asked me to be his. And I said yes.
Throughout the course of the On The Road Again Tour, I was asked yet again to join the crew. But this time, no decision was needed to be thought out. I was going to be with the love of my life 24/7 and that was enough reason to agree once more.
I was with them when they had to perform for the first time without Zayn in Manila. Nerves were wrecking around backstage about who’ll sing Zayn’s part in which song and what’ll happen to their positions onstage with one member missing. I was even there when Zayn officially said goodbye.
I was with Harry when they announced to the public of their decision regarding the hiatus. It was hard for the lads to end up with that decision, but they all knew that it was for the greater good of the band. They knew that if they went on with a heavy heart that they might end up resenting what they do or worse, each other.
I was there during their last show in Sheffield. Hugs were given as soon as the show ended. Tears were pouring everywhere. I have never seen Harry cry so hard before. Even I shed a tear or two. Of course, I’ve been with these people for two years now. I’ll miss seeing them everyday. But whatever happens, we all promised to support one another in any way or form.
Now, it’s been a few months since the hiatus started. Harry and I decided to go home to Holmes Chapel to unwind for a few weeks. Anne was kind enough to have accommodated both of us. Gemma even stopped by everyday to chat with us. It seemed like I was in a normal relationship and not in a relationship with a superstar.
A few weeks after that, Harry was casted for Christopher Nolan’s new movie Dunkirk. To say that I was proud of him was an understatement. In the midst of shooting the movie, Harry asked me to join him because he was feeling lonely. With a smile on my face, I gladly joined him. Plus, Cillian Murphy was another reason to drop by. (wink wink)
After the movie, Harry decided to start writing for his first solo album. I was so happy that he’d be back in the comfort of his beloved studio where I knew he was genuinely happy. He decided to take a small trip to Jamaica, which was such a breather. It was away from all the flashing light and spying eyes. Harry’d spend his time in the studio with Jeff and Mitch. While I, on the other hand, started drawing my dream fashion line.
Every since I was a kid, I have loved dressing up. And finishing my degree in fashion designing really was a dream come true. Dressing people up like how I did with the lads on tour was not the job that i was expecting but it was a great experience. I’m much more interested in designing my own fashion line and flaunt my designs on the runway.
One normal day back home, I got a phone call from the biggest fashion company in London. They heard from Lou that I was a fashion major and wanted me to send drafts of my designs for their upcoming fall collection. I was beyond ecstatic.
This is it.
My dreams are becoming a reality. I immediately called Lou and thank her over and over again. I then excitedly told Harry and he was so proud of me. That night, me, my family, friends and Harry went out and celebrated but I noticed that Harry wasn’t into it. My best friend even asked if he was ill. It was like he wasn’t even there. I just took it as stress and agreed to go home earlier than expected.
The day of his album launch came. It was a whirlwind of emotions. I was so proud of how people responded to Sign of the Times, but the response to the album was much better. Knowing how hard Harry worked for it and how much people appreciated it made me so happy for him.
And to add to that happiness, pieces from the collection that I sent was chosen for the London Fashion Week Fashion Show a few months from now. I had already told Harry the night before about it but he just nodded and told me he was proud.
Maybe he’s just tired? Or maybe he’s just nervous for the launch the next day? I thought.
His entire team went out to celebrate that night. Of course, I was there during dinner with his family. I told Gemma about the the fashion show and she promised to be there to support me. Anne even let out a sound of excitement and kept on hugging me, making me feel how happy she was for me.
The dinner ended quickly, so they decided to have a few drinks. Me, on the other hand, had a very important meeting with the company so I had to be presentable and hang-over free.
“Love, let’s go?” Harry asked.
“Babe, I have that meeting tomorrow remember?” I asked, with a ‘duh’ tone.
“What meeting?” He asked. I was shocked. His facial expression really showed no signs of him knowing what was going on.
“The meeting for the fashion show?” I asked, hoping that something will spark up.
“You got the job?” He asked.
“Harry, I told you that last night.” I said, a small frown now starting to form on my face.
“Ohh yeah. That.” He said. I was kind of disappointed that he forgot but I just shook it off.
“Anyways, it’ll probably be best if I head home first. Go enjoy the night.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.
And with that, I left him and went home.
The meeting the next day went very well. I met with the tailors who’ll make my designs a reality alongside me and explained to them how I wanted it to turn out. They were nice enough to have understood my worries and assured me of my creative works. The models were also chosen and among those are some of the most well known models. The feeling of Cara Delevingne wearing my work was unbelievable.
I went home that afternoon with a tired body, yet a big smile on my face. Harry was in our bedroom getting ready to go out and celebrate with his friends. I quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek and a quick ‘hey babe’.
“Love, go get ready. We’ll meet them at five.” He said, buttoning his shirt.
“Babe, is it ok if I pass tonight? I’m so tired and I just want to lie down and relax.” I said, slumping my body in the bed. His face showed how much he wanted to go. “Go on without me. Enjoy babe.”
“Don’t you want to celebrate the success of my album, love?” He said with pleading eyes. Of course I want to but having sewed a few pieces myself, I was exhausted.
“It’s not that babe. It’s just that… I’m so tired.”
What’s with his attitude? I don’t know why his tone suddenly sounded like he’s implying that I didn’t want to go just because I don’t want to go.
“What’s with you?” I suddenly asked. I don’t know what ticked inside me, but I had a feeling that me asking that question will lead to a fight.
“Nothing. It’s just that I feel that you’re not happy for me.” He said while fixing his not-so-long-anymore hair.
“What are you saying? Just because I don’t want to go out tonight doesn’t mean I’m not happy for you.” My voice started rising.
“Then make me feel it! All you care about is your stupid designs.”
Oh hell no.
He’s gotta be kidding right now.
“I said it! All you care about is your stupid runway fashion show. You never support me in any of my works. It’s like I don’t even have a girlfriend who supports me. All we talk about is how excited you are for the show and how happy you are that YOUR dreams are coming true. What about me, huh? Ever thought about me? My album? My dreams?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake Harry. Don’t you ever say that I didn’t support you. I spent two years on the road with you… two years which should’ve been spent on designing my OWN fashion show. I’ve been beside you through all of the rumors, the hiatus, and now your solo career. So don’t you dare point a finger at me and say that I don’t care about your dreams because I do.” I said. My blood’s now boiling that I don’t think it’ll be enough cooling off just for tonight.
“Then make me feeling like you care and join us tonight.” He shouted.
“Why are you so fucking selfish? Can’t you see that I’ve been working my ass off for MY dream? All I ever thought about for the past few years was you and your damn career. Can’t you think about mine? All I’m asking is a night in tonight. Heck, I’m not even asking you to stay with me!” Harry was about to say something but I cut him off.
“You know what Harry? I realized now… All I ever did in this relationship is give, give, and give. And I’m getting tired.”
Flashbacks of how Harry reacted with me getting the job came to mind… he didn’t even care. Heck, he even forgot that I told him about me getting it. I’ve talked about this with a friend of mine and what she told me really hit me.
“It sounds to me like there’s only one person in this relationship.”
“Love, I’m not saying that your dream is not that important. It’s just that -” he said, but I cut him off.
“You feel that your accomplishments are far more important and extravagant than mine.” I said in total realization. No words were needed, his facial expressions were enough to assure my assumption.
“I can’t believe you!” I shouted. “A relationship between two people is about trust and support, and you can’t even support your girlfriend of four years? Your girlfriend who was beside you, supporting you since who knows when!” I started crying.
“Love, it’s not like that…”
“Then what is it like Harry? WHAT?” My head started to ache and my breathing started to quicken its pace.
“You know what? You’re not the Harry that I fell in love with anymore. You’re just a big-headed pop star who only cares about his fame.”
“You’re not the girlfriend that I used to know as well. My girlfriend supports me in everything that I do.”
“And my boyfriend also does the same.”
“I’m still that person!” He said in exhaustion.
“No you’re not.” I said with tears now streaming down my face.
“Then what are you implying?” For a split second, I saw the man that I fell in love with - the man who’d swim the oceans just to make me smile.
“I’m sorry but if you’ll continue, it’d be best if I left.”
“Love, no… Don’t do this.” Desperation was very well heard from that one sentence.
I grabbed my bag and with that, I left the man who still had my heart.
They said that there’s always a rainbow after the rain. But with this kind of relationship, seeing a ray of light might be impossible.
(Y/N) is the innocent of innocent, an angel, she’s never kissed a guy before let alone done anything else and when she becomes friends with Harry Styles she can’t help but feel comfortable enough to let him be her first.
Here’s the much awaited Part 2! I’m gonna say sorry in advance for how this one ended because I already planned out the ending yet I couldn’t put it into words. The result was a little confusion with the writing in the end but hopefully you guys will get the scenario.
Message me or ask me HERE if things get a bit confusing. I’ll take the blame. Sorry again. And to make up for it, I’ll make a Part 3! It’s time to send in your suggestions again!
It has been a few months since Harry and I broke up. To say that Harry was broken was an understatement. He made sure to call me everyday. Of course, what could he expect? I never answered. I even contemplated on changing my number but I had too much respect to do it.
The entire universe unfortunately found out about the break up but to my surprise, the fans wanted us to get back together. It wasn’t unknown to me that I was on the Directioners’ good side. They saw how much I love and took care of Harry and his fans appreciated that. Even though Harry ruined our relationship, it was still the best four years of my life.
“Y/N please at least answer his call. Just a call, singular. Please.” Louis called me a few days after the break up.
“Louis, I can make my own decisions.” I said.
“But you haven’t seen him. He has neither eaten nor bathed. His eyes are bloodshot and bags are seen under his eyes. He’s not the same without you Y/N.” I heard Louis say something when his phone was taken away.
“Harry, no.” Louis said but Harry didn’t listen.
“Y/N? Love? I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please hear me out. I-” Harry was about to continue when I hung up
Hearing his voice made the butterflies in my stomach come to life. I missed him. I really did. But if his fame and fortune was more important than me, then to heck with him.
I deserved better.
As the fashion show gets closer, nerves start kicking in. It was a good thing though. It made me work extra hard and made myself busy to avoid thinking about him. Gemma calls me every once in awhile to check up on me and so did Anne. It made me feel guilty though. I left their son/brother broken, yet they still cared for me. Gemma even made sure that I include their names for the VIP section in the fashion show.
One day, I was in a coffee meeting with my fellow designers and the organizers of the fashion show. They were talking about lighting, stage decor, and color scheme when I got a phone call from Gemma. Because of the meeting, I couldn’t answer her call. I shrugged it off thinking it may just be her weekly “just checking up on you” calls. I’ll just call her back later.
But no, her calls kept on coming.
“Excuse me for just one moment.” I told everyone. They just smiled and said to go ahead. I immediately called Gemma and I got an answer in one ring.
“Gem? What’s wrong?” I asked. I waited for an answer but all I got was a sob.
“Hello?” I asked once more. “Gem? You ok? Where are you?”
“It’s… It’s mum. Out of nowhere she just… she just collapsed and… and we had to call an ambulance and bring her to the hospital. She… she was bleeding, Y/N.”
I couldn’t process what she was saying. Anne was like a second mother to me, and knowing that her state was critical, I couldn’t just sit around.
“She was looking for you.” Gemma answered. “She was conscious for a few seconds in the ambulance and called everyone’s name, including yours. That’s why I had to call you up and tell you.”
“Where is she now?” I asked, making my way back to our table to collect my things.
“We’re here at the Wythenshawe Hospital back home. But you don’t have to drive all the way here, she’ll understand that you’re in London and-”
“I’ll be there in a few. Just… update me ok?” I said and hung up. My colleague saw me collect my things and stopped me for a minute. She gave me a look that said ‘what are you doing?’
“I’m so so sorry everyone, but my mum was brought to the hospital so I have to go. I’m really sorry.” Good thing that everyone was considerate enough and let me go without a grudge. Even the highest positioning person there told me good luck and to be careful.
Please let Anne be ok.
The drive to Holmes Chapel was somewhat short considering it was in the middle of the day where people were at work, which means no traffic, and I may have over sped a little. I quickly got my things and ran in.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Anne Styles or Anne Twist right now?” I asked the nurse. She looked at me as if I’m a crazy person.
“I’m sorry but the family told us that we were not allowed to tell anyone about her condition considering the entire family is here.” The nurse said.
“But I am family. I’m-”
“I’m so sorry but we won’t allow media or fans to enter.” She said in a “shoo” tone.
I was about to explode when I heard a voice that I know too well.
“Y/N?” Robin said.
“Robin…” I said and my eyes softened.
“It’s ok, she’s my daughter-in-law.” He joked to the nurse. I laughed a little and immediately hugged him. He accepted the comfort and rubbed my back to soothe my worries.
The entire course of Harry and I’s relationship, Robin was always there like a Dad. He throws “funny” puns just like a regular dad would. He’d invite us to weekend barbeques when Harry was not busy. He’d sometimes invite us over to watch football on TV, considering I was a massive fan myself. When my parents were in town, Robin was the one who came up with the idea of a family dinner. He and my dad bonded like long lost friends, which made Harry and I happy that our parents were getting along.
“Robin, how’s Anne? Is she ok?” I asked, sniffling a little considering I was crying the entire trip here.
“She’s still in surgery, dear. The doctors are yet to talk to us about her condition.” He continued, “Thank you so much for coming in a flash, dear. Anne would be so happy to see you here.”
“Y/N!” I heard someone say. I turned around and saw Gemma and her boyfriend. She ran towards me and engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. I didn’t care though, she needed the comfort as much as I did.
“Gem! You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. Thank you so much for coming, you know… even after the break-up… Mum would be so happy to know that you’re here.” She said.
“Don’t mention it. I know you guys need a little comfort at this time.”
“Actually, there’s one person that needs comforting more than Gemma and I right now.” Robin said pointing to the benches by the emergency room. Seated with his face on his hands was none other than Harry himself. One can immediately know that he was crying, seeing that his breathing was fast. I sighed and smiled a little. Gemma smiled back and I made my way towards the love of my life.
I went over and knelt in front of him. “Harry?” I called. He immediately looked up and his eyes opened wide. He rubbed his eyes to check if I was really there.
“Y/N” was all he said before engulfing me in a tight hug. He cried harder as soon as his face hit my neck.
He needs me right now, and I’m not courageous enough to push him away, so I let him hug me. He hugged me like never before. This hug has a mix of “I miss you.” and “I need you.”
Everyone knows how Harry was a mummy’s boy. He’d drop everything for his mum. He respected how Anne raised them on her own before she met Robin. The way she raised both Gemma and Harry into these beautiful human beings is beyond anyone’s power, and Harry knew that. She taught them how to respect women and people in general. She showered her children with love and made sure that they got only the best.
“Shhhh… “ I said as I rubbed his back. “Your mum is a fighter remember? She’ll get through this.”
“Thank you… so much.” Harry said in between sobs. I was about to say something when I heard the doctor call for Anne’s family members. Harry was the first one to stand up as if it was his name that was called.
“How is she?” Harry asked. Robin and Gemma was beside us in a matter of seconds
“She’s fine now. There was just a lack of oxygen in her brain which caused her to faint. Was she exposed to stress recently?” The doctor asked.
“Not that we know of, doctor.” Robin said.
“It may also be caused by excess work, but she’s now ok. The only problem was that she hit her head a little too hard. There was an excessive bleeding but we were able to stop it.” The doctor said. Everyone sighed in relief.
“She has passed the critical stage now and she’s in the recovery room. We’ll bring her to her private room as soon as her vital say she’s ok. But she’ll still have to stay for a few days just so that we can keep an eye on her and check for no further damage.” The doctor continued. Everyone thanked him and sat down with a sigh of relief.
I then continued rubbing Harry’s back for comfort. He didn’t say anything. All he did was hold my hand as a sign of gratefulness. I smiled at his kind gesture and for a few months, I saw him smile, a genuine smile.
That same day, Anne woke up to all of us fast asleep around her bed. Robin was beside her holding her hand. Gemma and Michal were leaning on the wall with their heads on each other’s shoulders. Harry and I were both on the couch the room came with with our hands intertwined. The sight made her heart melt. Everyone she loved was in one room. Robin felt Anne’s hand move which caused him to wake up fully. He then woke everyone up and everyone was happy to see her awake and well.
For the past few days I have been staying with Harry and his family at his childhood home. I wanted to stay and help the rest take care of Anne. Fortunately my work allowed me to take a few days off considering I told them that it was my mom who was brought to the hospital. They understood my case and let me have the days off.
Following the recent events, Harry has been quite distant with me the past few days. All I did was take care of him because I knew that he’d be too busy taking care and worrying about his mum that he’d forget to take care of himself. It was like a reflex.
“Harry, what do you think should we bring for lunch today? Gemma texted me saying that we should bring lunch for everyone. Your mum’s looking for Nando’s for some weird reason.” I told him as we made sure to pack everything Anne needed for the next few days. As I was about to talk again, Harry called me to the kitchen.
“What’s up?” I asked as I entered.
“We need to talk.” He said.
“Sure, what’s up?” I said.
“I need you to leave me alone until mum gets better.” He said straightforward. I was taken aback. A few days ago he was begging me to take him back. Now, it’s the opposite.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“I know what this is.” He said pointing his finger back and forth between us.
“What do you mean?” I asked not knowing what the heck he’s talking about.
“Pity.” was the only thing he said.
“I’m sorry… I’m not getting what you want me to get here.” I said, shaking my head with a curious looking eyes.
“You’re taking care of me as if you still care about me… like I’m still your boyfriend!” he shouted. “And do you know how much it fucking hurts me to know that you’re just pitying me for what happened to mum?” I was about to cut him off but he did it first.
“I love you Y/N, I really do. But seeing how much better you did without me, it made me believe that I was the shittiest boyfriend in the universe. I prioritized my career when I should’ve put you first. I don’t deserve you.” He started crying as soon as he ended his heartfelt speech.
“You don’t care about me like before. You’re making me feel like you still love me.” I only noticed that I was crying when a tear streamed down my cheek.
“You’re right… You never deserved me. But don’t you dare imply that don’t care about you anymore, because I still do. I still love you, I really do but I don’t want to fix things just yet. But you need me right now, and I don’t have heart to see you broken over me and over your mom. The least I could do is take care of you.” I said.
“If me taking care of you is giving out some kind of signal that I shouldn’t, then I’m sorry. I don’t want to get back together, not right now anyway. But I do feel obligated to take care of you.”
“But you’re not obligated to take care of me. Please… just help me by staying away from me. It’s for your own good.” he said.
“Let’s at least be civil about this… for your mum.” I said, holding my hand out for him to shake. “I’ll stop with whatever I’m doing and just be here for your mom. I’m sorry for what I have done.”