Imagine Harry....

I'll always be there

WARNING*****

May want to bring tissues for this one

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"Shh baby it's ok, everything is going to be ok. I promise." I say, into the curly mop of hair in my face.

"No it won't y/n. I just can't do this anymore." Harry cries into my shoulder, and tightens his grip around me.

"Harry we've done this 100 times before. I promise that your fans will always love you. Please baby you can't let the hate get to you." I stroke his back, as he soaks my shirt. He cries for god knows how long. This happens to him all the time. The hate just gets to him. Some stupid bitches on twitter telling him how ugly he is, and he is a horrible person. He has told me many times that he wishes he was the kind of person who could not listen to them, and stay strong, but in all reality he is not. He is vulnerable just like the rest of us.

Harry pries his head up off my shoulder, and I wipe his tears.

"You alright honey?" I ask him, and he shakes his head. I grab the tissue's, and finish drying his eyes.

"Come on Harry you have to be strong. For me. For the boys." I tell him, and cup his face in my hands. I give him a peck on the lips, and he nods, as I watch the tears well up in his eyes.

"Am I that awful? Am I that ugly? Am I that bad of a singer?" Harry whispers, and I shake my head.

"Harry their all jealous. You are a handsome, smart babe who happens to sing like an angel. Come on Haz, I tell you this all the time." Harry sighs, and his emerald eyes gaze into mine, as if he was searching for answers.

"I know y/n. Thank you." Harry says, and gives me another kiss.

"Anytime. I love you so much Harry." I tell him, and he smiles.

"Now whats for dinner?" I ask as we stand up together.

"Lets get take out?" Harry responds, and I nod.

"Chinese sound good?" I say, and he nods.

"Of course!"

"Alright babe, I will be home in a half an hour!" I give him a kiss on the cheek, and settle him down on the couch. I walk down the street to the chinese place, where I order a bunch of stuff, hoping to drown Harry's sorrows in food. 15 minutes later I am on my way home with a gigantic box of chinese food. I kick open the door to the flat, and Harry is not in the living room.

"Haz?" I call to him. No reply. I walk into the kitchen, and set down the food.

"Harry babe I'm home with the food." I call, expecting him to come running. I walk into our bedroom to see him slumped up against his laptop.

"What the?" I run over to him, and see the empty bottle of painkillers. Holy shit.

"Harry no." I say, and pull out my phone.

"999 What is your emergency." The operator answers.

"Please come quick. He is dying." I sob into the phone. I flip Harry on to his back, and the operator gives me intructions. I attempt to do what she says, the tears blurring my vision. An ambulance was on its way. In less than 5 minutes the ambulance was at our house. The hooked him up to some IV drip, and a bunch of other crap, and he still wasn't responding. As the tears streamed down my face, I climbed into the back of the truck. I held on to his hand, as they wheeled him into the emergency room. After shocking him back to life twice, and his heart failing again. They called it. Time of death, 10:17 PM Monday, November 19th. I sobbed into his arm. His limp, cold pale, arm, until all of the boys came to the hospital to collect me. They drove me back to the house, and I put on a hair of Harry's boxers, and his t-shirts just wanting to be able to smell him one last time. All of the boys had camped out in the living room, and as I walked into the bedroom I couldn't help but think why? Even though I already knew the answer... I sat down on the bed, and stared at the computer screen. Harry's twitter mentions were up, and there was one that was clicked on:

'You are the ugliest, fattest, worst singing boy on this entire planet. Kill yourself please.' It said, I burst into tears, and cried for god only knows how long. Once I finally controlled myself I clicked on Harry's page. There was one final tweet from him.

'You won.' It said, and that made me burst into tears again. I know reliving the situation wasn't going to help, so I tried to shut down his computer, but something popped up. I clicked on it, and it opened a document.

"Hey y/n, it's Haz. I know since you're reading this, I have either just died, or I am dying. I just wanted to apologize to you. None of this is your fault. I love you more than I love myself. I love you more than anything in this entire world. All you have ever done is encourage me, and cheer me up when I am down. I know that you always tell me to stay strong y/n, and I tried. I tried to hard to stay strong for you, but I just couldn't do it. I will never understand why they hate me so much. All I wanted to do was live out my dream. All I wanted was to make everyone happy. I wish that I could have made everyone happy, but I know I had never been able to. I really am sorry y/n. I hope that you can continue life without me. Please find someone who loves you more than they love oxygen. Just promise me you will never forget me. Never forget all of the amazing times we have had over the past couple of years. Please tell all of the boys, and my family, that I love them so much. Tell the boys they are my best mates, and that I love them all. Tell them never to forget me. Tell my mum I'm really sorry. That I love her. That nothing she could have said would have changed the inevitable. Tell Gemma to be happy, and always keep smiling. And one last thing y/n I left you something in my favorite coat in the closet. Please always keep it and cherish it. I love you so much baby, and I am so sorry. I wouldn't have even made it this far without you. Stay strong.

-Love

Harry'

I sob into my hands, as I scroll through the letter reading every word in his voice in my head. Why did this have to happen. I am fighting a battle with my eyes, begging them to stop crying. To stay strong. I walked into the closet, and pulled out his favorite furry coat. I reached into the pocket, missing a few times because I was shaking so hard, when I pulled out a tiny little box. I cracked it opened and revealed a gorgeous silver rang.

'Check the insription.

-Love you

Harry'

The note inside the box said, and I read the inside of the ring.

'Forever and always. -H' It read. I slumped up against the wall of the closet, and slid on the ring. My last memory of Harry. The only thing I had to hold on to of him. I yanked his jacket off the hanger, and wrapped it around myself, falling asleep, dreaming of the only thing I could never have again, but always will want... Harry