Imagine 11: One last night.

Your POV.

You both knew it, everyone did. Nobody wanted you two together.

Why?

Because he was extremely famous and you were the girl who's name was forgotten by everyone.

Because he was considered one of the most sexy and charming men in the world, and you were considered pretty only when wearing makeup.

Because he was wealthy and you worked at a restaurant as a waitress to pay your bills and buy some food.

Because he dated models with tall, skinny and perfectly shaped bodies, and your body was normal.

Because everyone in the world seemed to love him, and the only persons you could say that loved you were your parents.

Harry insisted in trying. "The hardest part is the beginning, and this is it. They'll leave us alone then." He said. But even though he understood how hard it was for you, he didn't really know how it was like.

How it was like to be hated by most of the persons in the world, to be judged by the shape of your body and the amount of money and beauty you had. How it was like to feel like you belonged to Harry but didn't fit in his world.

"We gotta keep trying." "Don't let them get inside our relationship; because it's only ours." "Don't listen to what they say." Were some things Harry said. But it was much harder than doing what he said.

You decided to keep trying, until some fans went to the restaurant you worked at and told your boss you were treating clients poorly. Some clients that went there frequently defended you, but you got fired anyways. That's when Harry and you decided it was enough.

He expressed how disgusted he was by his fans' behavior towards you but they didn't stop the hate. Actually it got worse.

To find a solution, Harry offered you to work with him on some music videos, or being a model, or whatever you wanted he said he'd help you to be at his level and so maybe his fans would stop bothering you. You said no to it all, except what Harry and you had; the most imperfect and complicated relationship. But it didn't disturb you, since the fact he was famous, showed you two really tried to make it work.

"Just one last day together." He said in a phone call three days ago, as he got out of the studio and you were at your place, trying to find a job by searching on Google.

Now, there you were with him. In his bedroom, enjoying the end of the last day together.
You both felt strong feelings towards each other, but it wasn't the moment and your philosophy of life always was to never force things; if some things happen or not, was because of a reason.

"Harry." You whispered as you looked at him, wrapped in his arms.

"Hmm?" He asked, not moving his head, but laying his eyes on you, expectantly.

"You okay?" You asked, since he took his clothes off, wrapped his arms around you and kept silent while staring at the ceiling the whole time.

He slightly nodded his head and put his eyes back on the white ceiling.

You stared at him, hoping he would turn his head towards you and say something. You sighed once you noticed he wouldn't say a word.

You unwrapped his arms from you and he suddenly looked at you. You ignored him and turned your back to him, laying as far as you could from him in the king sized bed.

Silence filled the place, once you covered your body with the white blanket. It was uncomfortable. For the first time, Harry and you shared an awkward silence.

Your eyes watered when you thought about how the world destroyed something you never been part of before; a relationship with someone as kind as him.
You decided to close your eyes and let a tear from your left eye fall and roll over the bridge of your nose, since you were laying on your right side.

The way the tear caressed your nose tickled you, so you wiped the tear off your nose.

Suddenly the bed shaked, making you know Harry sat up or got up, by the movement of the sheets.
His hand grabbed your forearm aggressively, making you sit in the bed.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" You yelled at his face. He stared at you for a couple of seconds before speaking.

"You're crying." He mumbled.

"I'm not." You lied.

"Yes, you are." He insisted.

"Well, yeah. I'm fucking crying. So what?!" You yelled again.

"So what? I worry about you. So you just don't say so what." He said cupping your face.

You couldn't say he didn't worry about you, because you knew he did.

There was a silence.

"Then why you won't speak to me?" You said with tears in your eyes.

"Because it's our last night. It's not supposed i am happy for it."

"At least we have a night to say goodbye, don't you think that? Why should we stay silent now, when we can be silent later; when we won't see each other again."

"What do you mean by that?" He said taking your shoulders.

"Harry, you're about to go on tour because your first solo album was a success. I'm glad it was, i just hate the fact that you will be even more famous because you will be so out of reach. Goddammit!" You suddenly yelled. "I'm not even sure if i will ever see you again!"

"Yes, you will. We can try this later. We still can, just not now." He said trying to calm you down.

"What if that day never comes? What if we then try and it's not the same? You know it won't be the same." You said with your voice breaking.

"It doesn't matter. Look... you're right. Let's just live this moment. I don't want to think about tomorrow or the days after. I don't want to think about anything that doesn't have to do with you." He said wiping away your tears.

It took you both some moments to say something, but it wasn't awkward, you both were staring at each other's eyes. Words weren't necessary in that kind of moments.

"What would you like to do?" He mumbled softly.

"Lay down and feel your heart as close as possible for the last time, while you tell me about your family or whatever you want. Just wanna be with you." You said wiping away a tear that was left.

He only smiled and lay down with you over his chest. He told you about all those things he'd do if you two saw each other again in the future, while you drew patterns in his skin, in places where he had tattoos.

And that was it. The warm wind caressed the curtains in the window, while he talked about impossible things.

You knew you wouldn't see him ever again, but it was okay, because for that moment, he was only yours and you were only his. His heart was as close as possible while you got closer and kissed him.

The closer your heart and his would ever be...

...Just stop your crying, it will be alright. We can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here...

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Long time since i published an imagine! I hope you enjoyed this one which was inspired by Sign of the Times, which i totally loved! I think Harry will do just fine around the world! This planet needs some of his lyrics and kindness and inspire all of us to be better persons.

I'm looking forward doing Jared Leto Imagines. How about that?
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Have a nice week!

-BlueDayDreams.