Just had a thot imagine yn is cherry and she breaks up with harry and begins to dat henry or vice versa and they meet up at an award show or smth and she is also a singer and shes singing a song she wrote for her ex maybe come back be here and its very love triangle. Anyways that made no sense im sleepy and all too well is too powerful
Henry x Reader: Chérie
Tags: angst, past reader x harry, emotional cheating (not from henry), happy ending (not for Harry)
Coming to this award show was not the best idea you had ever hand. It’s not like you wanted to come here, it was just part of your responsibility to take the prestigious award to be given to you tonight. It would be rude to be MIA when you were the one meant to accept the biggest award of the night and it could send a bad message to the people behind the show and put you on their blacklist which would be a nightmare for your team.
So, here you are, smiling through gritted teeth.
You had opted to shy away from the media, and even wrote this album to be awarded while in isolation in London after a very messy and public breakup with your ex-boyfriend. It had been a nightmare and you swore off any public events from then on, limiting yourself to radio interviews here and there but nothing else. It was a miracle your album had been as successful as it is now.
It was in this isolation that you had met the love of your life, and the one who pulled you out of the gutter. The man that is currently gently rubbing your back to soothe you, giving you small kisses every time he felt you tensing up and getting fussy because of the crowd.
“You wanna go home, darling?” Henry whispered to your ears, eyeing how tightly you were gripping the silver trophy that was meant to praise your album.You had just accepted the award moments ago and you were jittery from your nerves.
You swallowed, forcing a smile up to him. God, he was wonderful and perfect, and so so good. Whatever you did to deserve him, you didn’t know, but you hope to God he is here to stay. “Please?”
Henry nodded, giving you a kiss, “Let me say goodbye to a few people and then we can go.”
You took his warm hand and gave his knuckles a kiss as thanks. That should’ve been your job but Henry knows how much you hated talking to strangers and acquaintances alike. As a movie star himself he was used to excusing himself and was definitely better in not getting roped to pointless small talk with others.
You followed him with your eyes, mingling with a couple of people and tying loose ends for you. He knew how tense and stressed out you had been for your first public event after almost two years of hiding but also mostly because the muse of your break-up album was also currently in the same room as you.
Poking on a healed but still sore bruise in your heart.
“... presenting his biggest hit in his sophomore album, Fine Line. Help me welcome, Harry Styles, with his song Cherry!”
You could feel your blood go cold at the name. You had managed to avoid him for the past two years even when you came back home to America with Henry and even during the red carpet, opting to arrive earlier than expected to avoid any crowds and especially him.You had blocked him in every social media accounts and changed your number the moment you had seen the photo of him being handsy with his ex-girlfriend in some cafe.
(Don't you call him "baby" We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call me )
He swore up and down it was just a friendly brunch but the way he looked at her and leaned into her personal space said different. And it was the fact that you had to find out on twitter instead of him telling you himself that buried the final nail to the coffin of your relationship.
( I, I confess I can tell that you are at your best I'm selfish so I'm hating it)
You looked behind you, praying to God Henry was finished with saying his goodbyes so he can get you out of here. You might not love Harry anymore but the pain of what he had done was still aching in your chest. It was not just the emotional cheating but it was the fact that his insensitive actions had made you question your self-worth and your entire relationship with him. For that you would never be able to forgive him.
(I notice that There's a piece of you in how I dress Take it as a compliment )
Finding Henry still gone, you couldn’t help but look back up the stage, eyes widening when you immediately caught his. The familiar green hues that used to make the butterflies in your stomach flutter in adoration now made it sink in sadness.
(Don't you call him "baby" We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call me)
His hair was longer, his curls more prominent as it traveled down the nape of his neck. It had been the first time you saw him in person and it kinda makes you sad at what the two of you had become. If everything had gone right you would’ve been backstage hands wrapped around each other and tears of pride in your eyes but now ... now, you are nothing more than each other’s tragic muse. A caricature of the relationship the two of you had.
What a tragic story the two of you were meant to fulfill.
( I, I just miss I just miss your accent and your friends Did you know I still talk to them?
Does he take you walking 'round his parents' gallery?)
You couldn’t help but give him a sad smile, not missing the slight jab of Henry taking you on a date in one of his family’s gallery. It was the first photo the two of you had together and it took the world by storm.
In a way you were still thankful for Harry. Whether you liked to admit it or not he had given you some of the happiest moments of your life. He had loved you and taught you how to love others and yourself. And even when it crashed and burned in the end it did lead you to the right person -- to your Henry. The person who had loved you in ways you had never even dreamed off. In ways you didn’t think you deserved.
You felt your phone buzzing in your purse, Henry’s name popping up in your message.
‘Home?’
You looked behind you, seeing Henry by the archway that would lead outside, an understanding but grim smile on his face. He knew of your history with Harry, but who didn’t. Still, you wanted nothing more but wipe the hint of sadness and insecurity in his eyes that he tries very hard to hide.
You want to let him know that he has you. Wholly has you. And you will always come home to him.
(Don't you call him "baby" We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call me )
You stood up from your seat as subtly as possible, not trying to take any attention off of Harry’s performance but it proved to be difficult when his eyes were permanently trained on you. You took big but slow steps towards Henry, ignoring the eyes nosily looking at you as Harry’s voice echoed throughout the dome sounding like he begging you not to leave.
To look back.
To give the two of you another chance.
But you didn’t.
You had accepted what Harry was still trying to swallow a long time ago. The two of you were done. The fairytale the two of you were living in was nothing but just that -- a happy memory from the past. And you plan to remember it that way.
You plan to remember the happy memories and the soft and gentle kisses that was full of naivety and pure love. Not this -- not where he had broken your heart and destroyed your relationship beyond repair and not this memory of you finally turning your back on him and leaving him to crumble in your past.
You were now right in front of Henry, giving him a smile and accepting his outstretched hand.
He was warm, and good, and deserving of all your love.
He was your home now.
And this time you were going to protect it.
“I love you,” you confessed, leaning up to give him a deep kiss. “It will always be you.”
Henry smiled, kissing your cheeks and your jaw, sneakily eyeing the man on stage that had that misfortune of losing you for him to find. Harry could’ve loved you for the rest of his life, he was sure of it. If you had forgiven him and gone back to him the two of you could’ve had a happy life and he could’ve made you happier than you had ever been -- the way you deserve to be.
But Harry lost you.
You didn’t look back.
And Henry wasn’t honorable enough to give you back.
Not even when Harry’s anguished screams echoed across the hall to end the song dedicated you. Opting to ignore it and focused on peppering your knuckles with kisses to make you laugh, eyes beaming up at him in a way that fills him with unexplained warmth.
He can send his sympathies to the poor soul who had the misfortune to lose you. But unfortunately for him Henry doesn’t plan on committing the same mistakes.
He will be the one to love you -- to be loved by you.
And he will be the one take you home.
