Harry Styles Imagines

imagine three

As you walk into the cinema complex for your first date with Harry, you see him flirting and talking to one of the bitchy girls in school, she’s giggling at what he’s saying, her hand on his chest, move suggestively towards his trousers, she catches your eye and winks at you, feeling your face flush you don’t see Harry turn and see you as you hurriedly make your way to the exit. You don’t see him push the bitchy girl away or are aware that he’s trying to catch up with you until you feel his hand close round your wrist. 
Harry: Where you running away too? He tries to make light of the situation and you congratulate yourself for not crying as you’re already feeling a bit like a drama queen. 
You: I didn’t want to interrupt. He looks at you slightly hurt, his hand dropping from around your wrist. 
Harry: She’s always been after me. You roll your eyes. 
Harry: No, I’m not being big headed, I’ve told her no so many times, but she doesn’t listen. 
You: Are you stupid, she’s stunning. You hate to admit it but she is. Harry rolls his eyes this time, running his fingers through his curls. 
Harry: She’s pretty, but that’s all there is too her, she’s got no personality, no brains. He offers you a charming smile. 
Harry: Not like you, you’re stunning, and you’re sweet and funny, and not scared to take a risk, you care about your friends, you respect people, you’re very smart. Blushing you give him a playful punch on the arm. Remember your Mum’s advice you thank him for the compliment and meet his eyes for the first time, he has a hopeful glint in them.
Harry: It’s you I want to go and see the film with. 
You: What we waiting for? He slips his hands in yours and you can’t help but smile as he walks you right past the bitchy girl, mentioning that he thinks you look nice as you pass her.