Basically the life I dream of having if I was lonely and needed Harry to give me love.
One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles.
Y/N - Your name because you're the cutest
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Synopsis: Y/N has a stutter and Harry is in love with her.
Y/N is really bad at talking.
Even without a stutter she'd still be struggling to get her words out so the fact that she was born into the world with something that made her way of speaking even trickier, was just what she needed.
It was a struggle throughout all her years prior to now. People would bully her and make fun of her in the hallways at school, she would struggle to talk down the phone because people on the other side would think it was some silly prank caller and it was impossible to make friends since everyone lacked the patience to.
It wasn't until she met Harry who joined her school when she was thirteen.
He lived only a few blocks away from her and bumped into her on the way to his first day of school. He was so nervous to be joining school a year after everyone else but when he bumped into the bug-eyed, skittish little girl with freckles sprinkled on her cheeks and soft, brown skin as well as black curls that framed her pretty face, he was glad his mother decided on bringing him here.
"Hi," Harry grinned, helping the girl steady herself after accidently bumping into her. "I'm Harry."
Harry waited for a response from the girl who slowly opened her mouth to reply, "I-I-I-I'm, Y/N." She sighed, looking down at her brand new school shoes.
"It's nice to meet you Y/N, are you heading in the same direction as me?" He asks, again waiting for a response.
"Y-Y-Yes." Y/N spoke, confused as to why he didn't ask about her stutter like everyone else seemed to do.
"Let's walk together." He grins, not really giving her any other choice.
Since then, Y/N and Harry were inseparable. Harry did end up making more friends throughout his first day but he stuck by Y/N the majority of the time.
Y/N was so happy to finally have her very first friend after years of having none. As soon as she got home, she ran up to her bedroom, doing a giddy dance and smiling so big she thought her cheeks would fall off.
Now, at the ages of sixteen, Y/N and Harry were still the closest friends. In fact they were probably the closest they've ever been.
Harry had spent their entire high school experience defending Y/N against the people that constantly picked on her for something she couldn't control and let her cry on his shoulder on the nights where she couldn't obtain the emotions she felt.
Eventually, he found himself falling in love with her but it was far too dangerous to go into that territory. He had nothing good from people around him about admitting feelings to a close friends and, honestly, Harry was too selfish. He would rather have Y/N in his life than to not have her at all.
