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 tries to hide how broken she is from Harry.
word count: 2.2k
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She was sure to light up any room she walked into, always flashing that smile that everyone loved. The one that made people wonder how her cheeks didn't hurt from grinning so widely, and laughing that laugh that no one ever got tired of hearing. She'd spend her days dishing out compliments, hugs, and stupid jokes, anything to make people smile. And just her presence alone could transform the atmosphere into a happier and more vibrant one. That's why he'd fallen in love with her. Finding it fascinating how she was the sweetest, most kindest person he'd ever met.
Even in difficult situations, she remained positive, always everyone's shoulder to cry on and she believed that everyone just assumed that that's just how she was all the time. How could they ever think that she'd often go home and cry herself to sleep, or have panic attacks she couldn't control, no matter how hard she tried? Surely, they'd be shocked and think differently of her, so she hid everything. The dark circles under her eyes, and the pout on her lips that would remain on her face for hours on end, but it'd gotten more difficult to do once she'd moved in with him.
Mental breakdowns were saved for showers, running mascara was wiped before he got home, and damp, blotchy skin was concealed by makeup.
It was all so hypocritical of her, and she knew it. When they'd first started to grow close, Harry would share everything with her, having always said that she was a good ear and gave advice that never failed him. He'd expressed how important vulnerability was to him and how past partners had unfortunately not been as keen on sharing everything or opening up and she'd always agreed that it was important and took a mental note of how hurt he was by being closed off, making sure to always be honest and share as much as possible. She was happy to share stuff she'd gotten over like past traumas, secrets she'd never told a soul, and dirty confessions, but he'd never seen her in one of her actual states of vulnerability, where she felt naked and powerless, and deep down, she always knew she wouldn't ever let him, though she'd never admit it.
Especially not right now. When her face was damp and she couldn't even remember when she'd started crying. Fresh tears sliding down her face like a river that never stopped flowing. She was leaning against the headboard, trying to ignore the ache in her heart and the pounding in her head. It'd been an incredibly hard week, suffocating and tiresome and she could feel her mental health slipping even though she'd worked so hard to get a grip.
He wasn't home nor was he coming any time soon, promising that he'd be back around eight for dinner, and the clock only read 7:15 PM. She didn't have to worry about how loud her sniffles were or how her hyperventilating could be heard from all the way down the hall.
