Harry Styles Imagines

He hates you

----He hates you----

Long Imagine

Your POV

Yes, their finally here. I haven't seen those boys in over 5 monthes since they went on their Australia and New Zealand tour. I did manage to call them, Skype, text etc but it wasn't the same as seeing them in person.

I sat on the seats impatiently as I replied to some random friends. Their plane was delayed by 45 minutes but i didn't really mind, I was just over excited to see them. Paul had messaged me to ask if I can call 3 taxis for them 5 minutes prior to their landing. They were going to be getting off the plane into a private department so thy wouldn't be mobbed by thousands of fans. American fans are insane, but that's what fans are for right?

"You should really stop twittering so much." A deep british voice above my shoulder said. I rolled my eyes without even bothering to turn my head.

"You would only know if you were snooping. Ever heard of privacy." I grumbled, scrolling through my tweets.

"Ever heard of an 'I missed you?"

I paused for a minute and turned my head slowly to look at who this mysterious guy was. I came in contact with deep brown eyes, shaggy brown hair and a stubble and a tall figure. He was still holding onto his bags that had French writing.

"No way." I smiled as I jumped up with my phone in my hand. I slammed my body onto his as I wrapped my arms around his neck, on my tippy toes.

He dropped his bags onto the floor and wrapped his arms around my torso, spinning me around in the air. I laughed as he held on tightly and kissed into my hair.

"Gosh I've missed you." He whispered into my hair. I giggled as we both released from that tight embrace.

"I've missed you heaps more Li." I kissed his cheek as we hugged once again until I was tackled roughly by a blonde boy. Niall.

"Niall!" I groaned as I set myself straight. I looked at his confused expression before breaking into a fit of laughter. "Ive missed you so much!" I pulled him into a hug that was quite sweet.

"I know. I missed yer' too luv'"

That's what happened with the other two boys who decided it was okay to tackle me in a dress. We all exchanged guys with me and lots of laughing. Lots.

"Where's Harry?" Liam asked pulling his phone out.

"There." Pointed Louis. I turned my head to see Harry walking towards this way, a sly smirk on his face. He was dressed in Nike black track pants, a fitted white T that stuck to him like glue and a pair of Nike sports shoes. Overall he looked comfortable. He was holding one carry on bag as he flipped his hair per usual.

Before I knew it, he was standing right before me.

"Hm. Payne." He narrowed his eyes toward me

"Styles."

"It's a pity to have to see you again."

"The pleasure is all mine." We locked gazes for a while longer, I guess in a competitive way as usual.

"Shall we." Paul interrupted standing next to Griffin, the bodyguard. He followed them around everywhere.

We all nodded as we followed in suite towards the taxis. It was Liam, Zayn and Paul in one of them, Niall and Louis with Griffin and ofcourse, I was stuck with Harry. All because of Liam. Im going to wake up tomorrow and not have a brother. Liam better watch his arse.

"So Payne-"

"Save it Styles." I retorted, diverting my eyes onto my phone.

"What, I was just going to ask if you wanted me to buy you some new clothes." I could sense that evil smirk on his face.