new years eve (N.H. imagine)
hi everyone! I am SO SORRY it has literally been months since I posted. truth is I haven't had time, energy, or will to write. a ton has been going on that I've been dealing with such as school and um my parents are most likely getting divorced and I struggle with eating and school is very demanding and that's not the half of it so I'm so sorry but ill try my best to write more!
i spent little time editing/revising it so i would hardly say it's edited but it's not exactly unedited (i hope it isn't trash it's like 4 am while i'm writing this)
btw this is nearly 2,000 words so it's slightly longer.
this song came to mind while i was writing this imagine and i thought it was cute enough to share.
this imagine is in celebration of the new year, 2021
bye bye 2020, I hope you rot in hell :)
anyways, enjoy! - em <3
^wrote this in january of this year^
^this is what i pictured him looking like for this imagine... you’re welcome.
You sigh longingly as you look out the window at the L.A. skyline. Your eyes shift to the drink in your hand as you gently swirl the champagne flute around. You glance back up as you lazily scan the room. Your friend had practically begged you to accompany her to a New Year's Eve party she had been invited to and had been looking forward to for months, only to ditch you within the first five minutes.
It's not that you had anything against parties, you just sometimes suffered from social anxiety. Particularly when you were in large and loud social settings where you didn't know anyone attending said gathering.
You peered down at your shoes and smiled to yourself thinking how content you were with your image tonight. You had spent a decent portion of your time looking for a cute but comfortable dress and you happened to find the perfect one. It was a dark blue godet-esque dress with little gold stars all over it, and while it was casual it also didn't appear childish on you. In all honesty, it made your legs look really good but you weren't going to admit that to anyone.
You continued to gaze out the window as you sip your champagne, wishing you had charged your phone before you left the house. "Y/N!" you heard. You quickly turned your head, the thoughts previously in your mind vanishing. Your friend had rushed up to you looking excited and out of breath. "What? What is it?" you questioned concerned. "I want to introduce you to some people" she stated proudly. "And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ditch you I just got a bit excited" she explained, still smiling. You nodded your head and followed her lead. She glanced down at your drink and said "And while you're venturing out from your little hiding spot maybe you can get that glass refilled eh?". You chuckled in agreement and followed her to a small group of people who you assumed to be her friends. You reached the group and they all stopped their conversations to look at you, their interest piqued. "Everyone, this is my good friend Y/N," she quietly shouted. "Um hello," you waved nervously. Your eyes quickly scanned over everyone standing around you and your eyes caught onto a man with striking blue eyes. You stared a little too long, slightly stunned at someone so handsome as him just standing right across from you. He caught your eye and gave you a warm smile and blushed. You nervously smiled back and broke eye contact looking at the floor.
The party continued and you found yourself once again standing in the corner alone. Your friend had introduced you to that lovely group of people and there was a bit of conversation but eventually, they separated and went their own ways. You were honestly quite bored and with two hours left until midnight, you didn't know what to do. You didn't want to leave because then you'd just be spending New Year's Eve alone in your apartment and what's sadder than that?
You sat quietly sipping your champagne and observing the people around you, completely absorbed in your thoughts. "Erm excuse me is this seat taken?" a thickly accented Irish voice enquired above you. You looked up and saw the guy from earlier with the entrancing cerulean eyes. You nodded your head, surprised by the gesture. He smiled softly and sat down next to you.
"I noticed you were just sitting here alone and um, well, I thought I could come over and we could have a chat," He explained. "Haha yeah. I don't really know anyone here my friend sort of dragged me along" you laughed nervously. His presence intimidated you, but in an intriguing way. "Yeah, that's how it always happens right?" He chuckled along with you. You agreed and you both smiled, enthralled by each other and from there a conversation was birthed.
You and Niall talked for what felt like forever and you looked down and realized your glass was empty. He glanced down at both your drinks and then looked up at you smiling devilishly. You grinned nervously and looked him right in his gorgeous blue eyes. "What?" you whispered tentatively, excited to see what idea was brewing in his mind. He started slowly but the excitement in his voice was evident. "What if- what if we snuck a bottle of champagne and went out to sit on the beach?" Your eyes widened at his remark but in all honesty that sounded so exciting. "It would be much quieter plus we'd get a front-row seat for the fireworks" he whispered. You smiled widely nodding your head vigorously, the tipsiness killing your tendency to overthink every situation. "Oh my god yes let's do that" you agreed expeditiously. He beamed laughing in surprise at your hasty agreement.
"Okay, so here's the plan you go and talk to some of the servers around the food table and distract them while I sneak over there and snag a bottle" he explained carefully. "Okay okay I'll go now before you do," you stated as you stood up slowly, wishing not to tip over due to the alcohol you already consumed tonight. He smirked up at you from the floor, his eyes glimmering. You returned the same look and made your way over to one of the servers.
You smiled politely at him while you struck up an aimless conversation about how tasty the different treats were, and how you were very much enjoying yourself. The server looked at you slightly confused but cordially contributed to the exchange you had started. Your eyes glanced over to Niall's as his eyes quickly darted around the room making sure that no one was watching him as he grinned back at you and carefully snagged a bottle and effortlessly made his way to the back door. You abruptly ended the conversation with the very dazed waiter and slinked your way to the back door quickly following Niall's tracks.
A shiver left your body at the drastic change in temperature from the warmth of the house to the brisk December air. You saw Niall sitting a little ways away on the beach, his jacket discarded on the sand next to him with his shoes placed neatly beside it. You grinned to yourself as you gingerly stepped out of your short white heels and clasped them in your hand as you walked across the sand to Niall.
You sat beside him crossing your legs and setting your shoes down next to you. He looked over at you with a wide grin on his face as he handed you the champagne bottle. "Hahaha, thanks" you laugh as you grasp the bottle and take a few gulps. You and he continue to pass the bottle back and forth sharing various stories from different things you both had experienced so far throughout your lifetimes. Niall had countless stories from all the places he'd been and the people he'd met. He was very interested in what you had to say as well, you sharing experiences and memories from your childhood as well as many other things.
You two talked for what felt like ages with music gently playing from your phone that was placed on his jacket lying in the sand. You both had been subtly moving closer and closer to each other as the night progressed, and you could see his enticing ocean eyes shining brightly under the moon. Your cheeks ached from all the smiling and laughter that had occurred that night but you couldn't help yourself.
You couldn't recall the last time you'd felt this happy and well... alive. You both shared everything from your favorite colors to your biggest dreams and fears. You had absolutely poured out your soul to Niall tonight and he had done the same with you. You weren't sure if this was the effect of the copious glasses of champagne you'd consumed or maybe it was just... him. Something was so distinctive about Niall, how familiar and alluring he was. The warm feeling surrounding his persona just made you want to lie in his arms and never leave. Niall was mesmerized by you. He'd never met someone as unique and fascinating as you. There was this spark about you that just pulled him in. Despite your timidness, he could see something past your physical beauty to something much more hidden and protected inside you. He wasn't quite sure what it was yet that reeled him in but he knew that this wouldn't be the last time he'd see you.
You leaned your head down on Niall's shoulder as you took a swig of champagne and enjoyed the comfortable silence you two were briefly sharing. You began to hear people chant the countdown to the New Year and you lifted your head up to peer at him. He was already affectionately looking at you with a glimmer in his eyes knowing what was about to happen. You both gazed at each other's faces as the countdown continued.
He looks fondly into your eyes.
Your eyes roam his face soaking in every gentle feature of his.
He tenderly brings his hands to your waist and gently pulls you closer to him.
You wrap your arms around his neck and play with the nape of his hair.
He brings one of his hands to your cheek and tenderly strokes it.
You stare deeply into his eyes.
He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles gently, not breaking eye contact.
You pull his body flush to yours.
You shiver as his warm breath tickles your face.
He stares at your lips as he slowly leans in.
Suddenly time stopped in a collision of senses when his lips met yours. It was as if you two were the only people left on earth. You heard fireworks exploding all around you as cheers rang from the people inside. You pulled away only for a second to catch your breath and you and Niall had the biggest grins on your faces. He pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense, until your knees gave in. By the time you had become aware of your fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat.
This time he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, completely breathless. He smiled at you wildly panting as the two of you sat in complete awe of what just happened. She knew she hadn't known Niall for long but she knew this would just be the beginning of their story. Niall stared longingly into your eyes as he leaned in to kiss you again. "Happy New Year Y/N" he whispered as his lips met yours once again. Fireworks continued to explode in beautiful streaks of colorful light as they sat there on that beach holding one another with the intent to never let each other go.
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Just Like Family pt 4 ~ Harry Styles
In which she’s avoiding him
Warnings: none :)
Word Count: 3.2k
A/n: Yay! Surprised you all didn't I? Well, honestly surprised myself too. Anyway, this is the last part to ‘Just Like Family’, even though I took my fair time I enjoyed writing this so much! From the bottom of my heart, thank you all and happy reading!
Pt1 Pt2 Pt3
Y/n was completely shattered, her posture was slumped and her eyes were lost, her walking seemed vague and everything felt tasteless. Her heart swelled with pain and she no longer felt like reading or being her usual self.
Y/n was heartbroken to say the least.
Not only did she felt so much pain, but deep down she knew she was a moron and this was her price to pay. Once again, Y/n had let her fantasies get to her head, ideas of what-ifs and scenes taken from the many books and movies she had read and watched. The truth is, reality sucked. A hell lot.
How could she lie to herself so much? Dear God, how could she have believed that? No way in earth would Harry freaking Styles want to be her boyfriend-- her friend even -- but she had had reused to think otherwise and here she was.
At the end of the day, everything was as clear as water. Olympic Gods like Harry are meant to date Olympic Goddess like Sofia.
No matter how hard Y/n tried, her name would never sound hateful to Y/n. Besides, it was not Sofia’s fault Y/n had this nerve-wreaking crush on a boy for more than two years. But it would have been so much easier if Y/n hated her, blamed Sofia for her own stupidity and tried to move on.
Now, that seemed impossible. It was like every turned she made Harry was there waiting for her, to talk or ask her if she was fine. Y/n tried her best to avoid him, avoid the look on his eyes -- amazed and so in-love -- as he looked at Sofia, they fingers intertwined. Every little step Y/n made further, would take a single glance at them to push her two steps behind.
Three weeks since Harry and Sofia got back together and Y/n felt more broken than ever.
“Hey, Y/n?” Tracy waved her hand in-front of Y/n trying to gain her friend’s attention. She placed her fork back down and sighed, “Y/n, when are you going to be okay?”
Y/n felt guilt rushing through her veins, the sadness in Tracy’s eyes was so genuine she almost forgot about Harry for a second. Almost. Then he came rushing back in and Y/n could see herself hiding further behind her lunchbox.
“I’m trying Tracy...” Y/n’s sight was lost between the head of students. “It’s just harder than I thought” She was lying, Y/n wasn’t trying at all, she had given up two heartbreaks ago. She glanced back at Tracy, her friend was looking at her helplessly, Tracy’s eyes eyed her up and down as if she was trying to figure something out.
“I know, Y/n. I just wish you could see...”, Tracy turn her head around and allowed herself a small glimpse towards the table full of boys, “There’s plenty of fish in the sea, and you are such a pretty girl. It wouldn't be a surprise if a couple of boys liked you”.
Was she really pretty? Not like Sofia, at least.
Y/n sighed trying to clear her mind from those negative thoughts that would only ever bring her down, it was just that it was getting harder to get away from those thoughts when it seemed like it was the only thing she could think of. “I know, but... they are not like Harry.”
And it was true. They were not like Harry and they would never be. Harry could simply walk by and take her breath away, literally. He mesmerised her in every way possible, making her get lost in seas of green and memorising the way that rebel curl would differ itself from the other locks. The way his smiled shined and how the only sound she wanted to hear in repeat was his rough laugh.
Tracy wished she could understand her, she supported Y/n at least, but it was so difficult for Tracy to comprehend how someone could have such a strong crush. She knew Y/n wasn't lying, it was obvious by the way her friend’s cheeks would redden and how she stumbled on her words as she tried to express herself to Harry. But Tracy couldn’t believe how a feeling could be so intense, no boy had ever made Y/n feel this way.
Y/n was lost in Harry Styles’ spell and it seemed like she wasn’t going to get better anytime soon.
Y/n L/n, Y/n, L/n, Y/n L/n... Y/N L/N!
Harry couldn't get her out of his mind, she was like a catchy song that would keep on playing on repeat until it became so tedious he had to find another one to fill in. The thing is, Sofia didn't seem to be doing the job just right.
Everything, somehow, had its way to connecting him back to Y/n, it wouldn't be as bad if she wasn't avoiding him. It started to seem as if the were playing cat and mice, and Y/n was a pretty good mice.
What had he done?
He asked himself the same question over and over. Harry knew he had done something wrong, he could see it in the way her eyes would get lost with pain, how she walked with no direction in particular, her back hunched down and her shoulders fallen.
Harry began thinking some girls were messing with her? He had noticed the way Y/n would look at her feet as soon as Sofia’s group passed by. If that was the case he would have a long talk with Sofia.
Regardless of what it was, something was bothering Y/n, and that seemed to bother him too. He had noticed this pattern a few weeks ago, somehow it was as if his and Y/n’s emotions were in some way connected. Y/n would feel angry, Harry would feel angry; Y/n felt happy, Harry felt happy; Y/n was confused, Harry was confused.
That’s probably the reason Harry was certain Y/n was feeling an enormous amount of pain. Because he was too. His chest felt empty and his stomach bloated, his mindset was completely lost and out of control and there was a certain swelling in his heart that would make his eyes prick annoyingly.
Whatever was going on, he had to fix it as soon as posible. For both their sakes.
They were terrible terrible news.
How on earth was Y/n going to survive a second dinner with Harry by her side? She had barely survived last one and they weren't even friends, now, she was actually avoiding him and his weird questioning look. There was no way she was going to get away this time.
That’s what scared her, she barely had enough strength in herself to keep avoiding Harry. Oh god, how many times had she desired to run back to Harry’s opened arms. She knew well enough that the second she came back to him, Harry would be pleased as ever to have his friend back, maybe she wouldn't have to answer any questions and he would let himself live with the doubt of what had her distanced so much from him.
It seemed easier in a way. But she couldn't keep hurting herself in this absurd way, because at the end of the day, what did she win? Maybe third-wheeling with Harry and Sofia? That sounded awfully fun.
She had finally settled her mind in getting over her stupid crush on Harry, and her mother had come to ruin her plan.
With everything going around, Y/n had almost forgotten about the fact that her brother was dating Harry’s sister. That seemed to be the key problem that prevented her from achieving her goal. Well, that and the significant pair of green eyes.
Her hands were sweaty, extremely sweaty, she kept rubbing them on her jeans as she looked at herself in the mirror. Y/n didn't feel pretty. In fact, she felt awkward --her back hunched down, a rebellious straw of hair standing out and a smile that felt way too tight and fake. She thought that maybe she could come up with an excuse, say that Tracy needed her help or that an emergency had come up and avoid the night altogether.
But it was too late, and besides, when had she become so self-concerned?
“Y/n!”, her mom called, “the Styles are here! Come down, honey!”
That was her cue, and oh god how much had she wished it wasn’t.
“There she is!”, Y/n could barely hear anything as she descended, the stairs felt like they were moving and her grip on the railing was definitely not a soft one. She kept feeling her heart throbbing on her throat and an intense panic.
“Oh, look how beautiful you are!” she finally raised her head to catch Anne wrapping her tight in a warm hug, standing to the side both Gemma and Mason watched Y/n with a pleasant smile.
“Mom, let Y/n breathe, you are going to suffocate her”, it was funny how his voice would probably be the reason for Y/n’s suffocation given that her breathing seemed to stop every time he’s near.
“Oh, Harry, dear” Anne gave Y/n a final squeeze before setting her free, “you know how I am.” Everyone but Y/n laughed at this and soon enough Harry was approaching her too.
“Hello”, he said with probably the warmest of smiles as he leaned in to give her a quick hug, “how are you?”
“Great”, Y/n answered as they parted. The strange thing of it all was that it was the longest conversation they’ve had in weeks, well, of course it was given that Y/n’s had been avoiding Harry like a pro.
“Dinner is ready!”, Y/n’s father called followed by Robin as he held a big plate full of pasta. Chairs and plates were moved and soon enough everyone had sat down, Y/n had been oh so deeply blessed to have Harry right in front of her. Great. Now there was no way she could avoid interaction.
Fortunately, most of the dinner was focused on political matters, jobs and the two oldest children. Y/n’s dad had done a great job with the pasta, it was soft yet not overcooked, the salsa had just the right amount of spice, and a spoonful of pasta was enough to warm Y/n’s insides. She though that maybe, she could keep her head hung low and focus on eating.
Y/n wasn't oblivious to the fact that Harry’s eyes were stuck on her, what was he even doing? Examining her every move? The thought did break a sweat on her back neck.
“Y/n? How about you?”, suddenly every pair of eyes was on her and she felt like breaking into a run and completely dipping dinner. Anne was talking to her, what about? That, she didn't know.
She gulped down the pasta and cleaned her mouth with her fist, “hmm?”
Anne laughed kind-heartedly, “I asked you if you had a boyfriend?” That took Y/n completely by surprise, so much she coughed a few times as if trying to realise if Anne was in any sort of way joking.
Everyone looked at her expectantly.
She inhaled a huge lump of air. Where they for real, now? She tried to remember when did the once calm conversation took that unexpected turn. No way in hell was she answering that in front of everyone, in front of Harry. Oh how awkward!
Of course Harry already knew the answer. Y/n was as single as anybody could be. After all, who would want to date someone like her? Harry would most definitely not want to.
“I– em–”, she brought her hand to her throat that still hurled from the recent cough, “a boyfriend?”
That sent everyone into a fist of laughter. How dare they make fun of her? Y/n felt humiliated and dumb, ugly even. Everything was turning out so wrong, just like she predicted. How dare they make fun of her when she was the one who didn’t want to be here in the first place? She felt tears prickling her eyes.
“I’ll take that as a no”, Anne finally said, “I’m glad Harry isn’t the only one, then”
This made Y/n frown. Harry was not single. He was dating Sofia. Everyone knew that, they were together everywhere, held hands in the hallways, whispered things in each other’s ears, made out in classrooms.
Y/n had tried not to pay attention to it, but it was almost impossible given that it was the only thing the school could talk about.
How was Anne not aware of such thing? It was wrong, Y/n knew it was wrong, but it boiled her blood and raged her body. How had Harry not said anything? She had to suffer watching them everyday and he didn't even dare to tell his mother.
Y/n knew it wasn't her place, but it would feel good. Just a little bit of revenge.
“But Anne...”, she sounded confused, the right touch of innocence, “Harry is dating Sofia. They got back together weeks ago.”
Oh, how the tables had turned. Everyone was silent. Anne looked at her son confused, unsure as to why he would keep that a secret from her. And Y/n’s mother watched her daughter with uncertainty, why would she say that?
But Y/n didn’t feel bad at all, they all had mocked her, laughed at her and her absurdness. Why was it so wrong to fight back?
And then she looked at him. His eyes were fixed on her, a prominent frown on his face and a sad glow on his green eyes. Harry looked at her, up and down, trying to figure why in the world would she betray him. And that was enough to break something inside Y/n’s chest.
But it wasn't her heart. This time it was her pride and her morals that knew what was right and what was wrong.
And what she had done was completely wrong and out of place.
She had overstepped her boundaries and by doing so she had hurt someone she cared about. Someone she loved. And there weren't enough words to describe how much to pained her.
“Harry?”, Anne asked in a whisper.
It was all too much, too much for Y/n to handle and she could feel her cool crumbling down.
“I-”, Harry looked at his mother and then turned back to Y/n, “Why?”
Why had she said that? Why did she have to be so jealous and angry? Why did she have to love Harry? Why did it have to hurt so much?
Y/n once heard that love makes one blind. Right now, she could confirmed it.
“I... don’t know”, a single tear rolled down her cheek, “I’m sorry”
In a moment Y/n had stood up and hurried away from the table, a slam echoing through the house as she ran away.
Y/n was cold, her hands rubbing her bare arms due to the fact that in the hurry she hadn’t been able to grab a coat. It was dark, and single cars passed every minute or so through the otherwise empty street.
Now, long gone from the heat of the moment, she felt stupid. Everything. The way she acted, how she reacted, and the fact that she had runaway.
How was she able to go back to school on Monday? Go back home, even? There was no way. No way at all. She could take in the cold and stay here on the bench forever.
Y/n’s heart completely stopped for what felt like the third time in the night. No no no. She didn't need Harry right now, in fact, she needed to stay as far from him as possible.
Yet, why did it feel so right when she was near him? So mind-numbing? His eyes, his tugged smile, everything about him made Y/n want to open her arms and throw herself towards him.
Y/n looked up at him, remained quiet, and looked back down embracing her legs with both her arms as she rested her head on her knees. Harry watched her for a while, taking in the way she glowed with the light of the moon and the tear-stained cheeks, then, he walked towards her and sat in silence next to her.
The silence was comforting.
Even though both of them where well aware that there were many things to be talked and explained, they remained in silence, absorbing their surrounding and silently enjoying the peacefulness of each other’s company.
A fresh breeze touched their skins and Y/n gritted her teeth. Without second thought, Harry took off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. His scent was reassuring, a hint of roses and rusty smoke. She wanted to remember it forever, engrave it on her mind for when he’s long gone and only her dreams keep her awake.
Surprisingly so, Y/n was the first one to talk.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice came out raspy yet with her usual softness. She looked at Harry straight in the eye, catching the way his green orbits moved from side to side examining every inch of her face.
He shook his head with a faint smile, “forget about it, Y/n. Everything's okay.” She nodded, and a faded gasp falling from her lips when Harry intertwined his fingers with her. They were warm, his hold gentle and in a strange way soothing.
“Y/n, me and Sofia aren’t dating. I know we were back together for sometime, but we weren't working, mostly because I lost interest on her a long time ago.” Y/n didn't know why, but it didn't surprise her at all, or concern her for the matter. It was simply okay.
Slowly, their surrounding began to blur away, and in a moment they were all alone. Two lonely hearts staring at one another.
“May I ask, why did you tell my mother?”, Harry’s hot breath reached Y/n’s lips. She breathed in, suddenly realising how close they both were, their noses barely inches apart.
“Because I love you. And that makes me selfish.”
The words rolled through her tongue without warning whatsoever, and before she could retract herself, Harry caught her lips.
His thumb rubbed her tinted cheeks and Y/n could feel herself loosing her mind slowly. The kiss was so much more than she had ever imagined. It was snug and warm, their soft lips against one another as it magically started heating their insides until the only remnant of the cold where the tips of their noses. The feeling was so incredibly heart fluttering, it made Y/n stomach twist and turn with excitement.
She let her hands roam through his hair, hooking her fingers on one of his curls and tug it softly. That made Harry react with a low moan, bringing Y/n closer until their noses brushed against each other.
When they finally pulled apart and Harry rested his forehead on hers, she smiled, a bright full smile that Harry hadn't seen in so long.
“I’m glad mom made me attend dinner”, Y/n said.
“I’m glad our siblings started dating.”
Y/n nodded, leaving one last tender kiss on his lips. After all, Y/n L/n and Harry Styles were just like family.
Okay, that’s it, I finished just as I promised, I hope you all enjoyed this mini series as much as I did. Love you all!
masterlist is here
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