Harry Styles Sad Imagines

Dream

A/N: 🚫PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE SUICIDAL!🚫
I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS STORY AND HARRY AND THE BOYS WOULD NEVER SAY THIS OR ANYTHING IN REAL LIFE I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE A GOOD STORY! Read at your own risk.
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(Your POV)
I walk near the kitchen and I hear Harry talking to Louis.
"Yeah, Louis, I know. I do love her, it's just..... She's so fucked up and suicidal. And she's always saying how fat and ugly she is, I mean look at her! She may stretch the truth quite a bit, but let's face it. It would be quite a lot better if she went anorexic. But of course she wouldn't be able to do it and she's gain all that weight back. I don't know, Louis, I really don't know. I agree, she really should kill herself, and honestly I would love to see her fuck up at that. She fucks up everything else, I bet she'd ask us to hang her or cut her so she could die. Yeah, I'll be laughing, looking at her struggling to die." Harry says.
I run upstairs, my tears making my line of vision blurry.
I hear Harry's footsteps coming up the stairs a few seconds later.
"Baby, you okay, Y/N?" He asks, with not as much love as usual.
"No. I'm not okay and I never will be. I'm fucked up and suicidal, I don't deserve someone as sweet and perfect as you," I say. I'm lying about the sweet and perfect part because Harry isn't sweet and perfect, not now. He normally is....
I just never thought he would say something like that. Something so hurtful.
"Look," he sighs.
"What, Haz?" I say.
"You know I love you, right. I've cared for you for, what, 2 years?"
"I-it was 5....." I start crying harder.
"Okay are you fucking SERIOUS?! Do you have to cry about every little thing? Yeah I get it you're depressed, but let me tell you the truth. The cold, hard, fucking truth! You're not beautiful, you're so fat and ugly and no one wants you here. You're fucked up and suicidal and you fuck up everything. You should have never been born because I bet your parents never wanted a fuckup of a daughter like you. If you tried to kill yourself, I would watch and laugh at your failed attempts because you would fuck up so badly. You would probably beg me to kill you for you. And you know the last thing? I don't love you. I never did. Management wanted me to be with you because you're "socially unstable," and your feelings are "fragile." Bullshit. You're just depressed and suicidal and no one could fix that. They thought that if you had me, you would magically get better. But no. You didn't get better after 5 years of me. And I'm sick of it. Management called to say that I would have to propose to you soon. But not if you're dead! I hate you, Y/N!" Harry yells in my face.
"F-fine Harry.... And I heard you and Louis on the phone..... I got the message..... I'll go kill myself now, so maybe you should go call 1D." I say, willing myself not to cry too hard. I ran into the bathroom and sat there, harsh sobs racking my body.
"Hey, here she is!" I hear Harry yell. I take a rope from the other room just in case, I take a bin of pill bottles, and I take some razors and I sit there, wiping my tears.
"Good! Time for a little show!" Harry laughs.
"I hope she succeeds this time. Remember, Harry, when management told you to save her those 20 times before when she tried it to "prove your love for her", that was just terrible." Niall says.
"Guys, look at her crying! Oh my God, let's make a video! Louis, get your phone." Harry says.
Louis takes out his camera.
I start cutting myself all over and I'm sobbing extra hard.
"I-is this enough for you?" I ask.
"What do you think, Louis?" Niall asks.
"I think it's good. After all, she is fully covered in cuts."
I take a bottle of pills and dump 2 down my throat, then I take another bottle and dump 4 down.
"MORE!" The boys scream.
I keep swallowing more and more pills.
"G-getting.... Dizzy...." I say.
"Awww, she's actually succeeding!" They all laugh. I'm still crying.
"Thanks, Harry. Thanks for telling the truth. I'm glad I could do this to entertain you all. I hope you're happy now....." I sob.
(Harry's POV)
Y/N is laying next to me in bed and she's crying. Her whole body is shaking and most of the blanket on her side is stained with tears.
"Y-Y/N...."
Harsh sobs rack her body.
"A-are you happy with what you've done to me?" She says. She's still asleep, she's sleep talking. I try to wrap my arms around her, but she wakes up and pushes me away.
"H-Harry....... C-can I ask you s-something?"
"Anything, baby."
"W-would you tell me I was fucked up and suicidal, fat and ugly, or ask me to kill myself?" Y/N sobs.
"NO! I love you, Y/N. Why would you think I would ask you that?"
"B-because..... My nightmare...." She sobs.
"Nightmare, which-" I suddenly realise that's why she must have been crying so hard. I mean, she's suicidal, and she cries a lot, but usually she doesn't have dreams like this.
"A-and Haz....." She starts again.
"Yeah?" I say softly.
"W-would you want me to become anorexic?" She's still sobbing.
"Never, Y/N. Never. You're beautiful the way you are."
"Harry.... Another thing..... Would you laugh if I tried to kill myself and would you say 'she's gonna fuck this up so much', b-because.."
I look into her eyes.
"No! I would never, ever want you to kill yourself, let alone would I laugh about it!" I'm almost angry she's asking me these questions because she knows me, and I wouldn't do these things. Would I?
"Tell me about this nightmare."
"W-well, it started out with you talking to Louis a-and you said a bunch of really mean things about me, and I was listening to you and I ran upstairs, crying. You came up and when you saw me crying you started yelling at me and insulting me and..... Then I tried to kill myself in front of you and the boys, who were making a video of it, and..... Then I died and you laughed about it." Y/N sobs.
"I'm so so so sorry, Y/N!" I say, now starting to cry.
"W-what are you talking about?"
"It's just that I feel so bad because, because," I can hardly speak now.
"Because what?" She demands slowly.
"I-I did say some things about you.... On the phone with Louis..." I sob.
"L-like what, Harry?"
"Well I said that maybe you should be anorexic and that you aren't good enough for me, and yeah, you fuck up a lot of things, I said you cry too much and anyone would be a better girlfriend than you, but I didn't mean it! I didn't know why that was coming out of my mouth.... Please forgive me, or, if not, you'll never have to see me again." I sob.
"H-Harry...... I-I.... I just don't know who you even are anymore. First you're sweet, then you're mean, and now you're sweet again. I can't take it. I'm sorry, Haz. Call me when you get yourself together. For now, I just want to be alone." Y/N says. I can tell what that means. I run to the park, with the big pond and a bridge over the deepest part, and I go onto the bridge. I climb onto one of the rails and I jump.
She'll never know I'm gone.