Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: Y/N is a famous actress getting interviewed by James Corden, and they play a little game.
word count: 4k
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At first there was silence; Harry was reading his letter. And then everything became a mess, and the silence was gone.
His chest tightened, for a few seconds he wasn't breathing, as if his lungs were begging for oxygen but there simply wasn't any. And then the breaths came; loud, shaky breaths in the form of sobs. With each sob his lungs hurt more as if there was no more space in his suddenly small rib cage. The lump in the back of his throat grew harder and more painful as tears started to form and fall down his cheeks.
His mind became a dangerous place. It was like a cloud, a dark and heavy cloud, overshadowing the light, all misty and foggy. Thoughts that made no sense, the horror of the situation she went through, all stuck in his head. It was playing tricks on him, because he wasn't aware of what he was doing until all he heard were shouts and all he saw was red.
Shocking himself because the shouts - Why? Why?! - were his and his fist was covered in the colour red. After his shouts toned down, he became aware of his sisters presence and he could hear Gemma's yelling, the panic in her voice and the terror in her eyes. Calling out for her little brother, who was breaking down right in front of her eyes. She still didn't know what was happening but she knew that it was bad.
Harry was sat down on the couch while Gemma was sat on the coffee table in front of him, with a medical kit next to her right and Harry's knuckles in her lap, they didn't seem broken but there was a lot of blood.
''You can't bloody act like this, Harry!'' She was worried sick, because Harry was never the person to impulsively act like that.
''I'm sorry for scaring you, Gem..'' He sincerely apologised, his eyes fixed on the papers that were still lying on the floor.
''You didn't scare me, I was scared for you.'' She said quietly. Gemma didn't want to make him talk, but she wanted to know what it was that had almost caused her brother to have a mental breakdown.
''What is it? Should I call mum?''
''I was supposed be a dad.'' Was.
''No, Harry...Oh my.'' She tied a knot around his hand and quickly put her hand around her brother's shoulders, holding him tightly. His next words confirming her thoughts.
''She had a miscarriage.'' His voice was quiet, not wanting to hear and say that word ever again. His love, his baby.
''I'm so sorry, H. I'm so sorry..'' Gemma kept repeating those words; she couldn't imagine what they were going through, she just wanted to be there for both of them.
