You were an oblivious person. You had always been one, and over the years you realized obliviousness could either be a curse or a blessing. For example, tasteless and inappropriate sex jokes would always fly over your head, and you considered yourself lucky where you didn’t have to visualize whatever disturbing image a certain joke created because you just… you didn’t get it. The one huge downside to being the most blissfully unaware person in the world was that sometimes, you just couldn’t take a hint. There could be a huge neon sign with the answer on it and you probably still wouldn’t understand.
“There’s nothing to be worried about. It’s just Harry.” You reminded yourself, chewing on your thumbnail nervously. How long had it been since you realized you maybe kinda sorta liked Harry in an ooh-la-la kind of way? The point was: You were tired of constantly daydreaming about Harry and not doing anything about it. Although you were aware of the nagging ‘Prepare yourself for disappointment’ message in the back of your head, your positive outlook on life pushed those thoughts away and now, here you were, standing in front of Harry with a nervous smile on your face.
“I don’t have a lotta time to talk but I guess I can make some time for you… Only because you’re my favourite.” Harry closed his notebook and pushed it aside, setting his pen on top of it before making space for you on the couch. See, this whole thing was already off to a good start! You grinned and plopped yourself down, going over your mini script in your head. You were over at his place because you were in the midst of helping him plan out his tour schedule (he always depended on you for that kind of stuff because he thought you were better than a professional) and you figured you might as well get it out in the air while you were here.
“I like you.” You blurted out, shifting yourself so you were facing more towards Harry. “And I have for a really long time, and I just wanted to let you know that because it wouldn’t be fair to you if I didn’t tell you about my feelings.” You cleared your throat, keeping nothing but positive thoughts in your mind. The smile slowly disappeared from Harry’s face, his eyes growing wide and his jaw dropping slightly.
“Y/N, uh…” Harry pressed his lips together, scooting back a little. “I think you’re a great person, and you’re such a great friend, you know tha’? A-And trust me, I’m flattered! I jus’, well, I’m not really looking for a… a relationship right now. I mean, Dunkirk’s coming out really soon, and I have to start planning for the tour - I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, you know how it is.” He reached up to scratch the back of his neck, looking over at you with somewhat of a pitiful smile. And this was the part where your stupid obliviousness kicked in. You interpreted the ‘you’re a great person/friend’ part as ‘hey, I like you too’, and the ‘I’m not really looking for a relationship right now’ part as ‘Give me a little time until I’m ready for us.’
“Oh, yeah! Well, that’s okay. You know I’m patient, so I can totally wait until you’re ready. I’m just glad we finally got our feelings off our chests cos I’ve liked you for a really long time.” You admitted shyly, chewing on your bottom lip. “I can give you time, though. Take as long as you-”
“Uh, okay, lemme try this again.” Harry cut you off, holding his hands out to tell you to be quiet for a second. “Y/N. You’re a huge part of my life. You’ve always been there for me, you’ve supported every choice I’ve made in my career, but I jus’… Well, like I said, relationships aren’t my priority at this point in my life and it’ll probably stay that way for a whil-”
“And like I said, I can wait! I know you’re super busy with all your famous person chores-”
“Y/N, you need to listen to what I’m telling you-”
“-but trust me, I can wait for us even if it takes-”
“There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that!” Harry blurted out, letting out an exasperated sigh.
“You-” And that’s when it finally hit you. “O-oh.” You felt the heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks, the humiliation of the situation settling in. You were under the impression Harry liked you back when in reality, he was trying to tell you that he definitely didn’t like you like that. Definitely not.
“Y/N, I’m sorr-” You jumped when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, moving quickly to take it out and check whatever notification you had just received. You needed something, anything to get out of here as soon as possible.
“Shoot, I have to go pick up your custom suit from Gucci.” You lied, glancing down at the text you had just gotten from Y/F/N asking if your confession had gone well. You tried your best to ignore the uncomfortable clenching in your chest, but all it was was a constant reminder that ‘Wow, that was a hot mess’. “I, uh, I’ll see you later, okay?” You scrambled off the couch, nearly tripping over your feet as you headed for the front door. You didn’t look back once, swiftly slamming the door behind you and beelining right for the car.
There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that.
Being oblivious sucked.
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yes i’m very much aware of the million and one imagines i write that are related to y/n’s heart getting shATTERED by harry SUE ME