Harry Styles Imagines.

I'm always there for you.

*TW- Self- harm, SA, mention of panic attack and trauma. *

I wait patiently as the phone rings in my ear. I wait for Harry to pick up. I sniffle a few times as I wipe my eyes.

"Hey baby." Harry's happy voice rings through the phone.

"I-I relapsed." I say and close my eyes shut.

"Shit, baby. I'm coming home right now, okay?" He rushes out and I hear shuffling on the other side.

"O-okay." I stutter.

"Please hold on for me, okay. Where are you right now?" He asks.

"In the b-bathroom." I speak.

"Okay, can you please go into our bedroom, sweetheart? Can you do that for me?" He asks me and I shake my head even though he cannot see me.

"I don't have the energy to stand up." I croak out and throw my head back on the shower wall.

"Okay, no problem. But just hold on till I come home, okay? Talk to me what happened?" He asks. I can hear the worry in his voice. I hate that I worried him. I clench my fists into my palm and feel my nails dig into my skin.

"I don't want to tell you on the phone." I say and sniffle once more.

"Okay, baby. I'll be home in two minutes, okay?" He asks and I say yes with a very small voice.

"I'm sorry to worry you, Harry." I apologize.

"No, don't say that Y/n, please. I care about you that's why I worry." His voice says through the phone.

"That's the problem, Harry. You shouldn't care about me; I don't deserve that." I say and feel tears flow down my face. I hate being this vulnerable.

"No, Y/n. I have just reached home; I am coming up." He says and the line goes dead. The phone slides out of my hand and falls on the wet tile. I hear faint footsteps, the voice muffled because of the running shower.

I hug my knees and my head falls on my hands.

"Baby?" I hear Harry's worried voice. I open my eyes and see him come inside the bathroom.

"Fuck, y/n." He says and rushes to come beside me.

"I'm here, now. Everything's gonna be okay, baby. Can you stand up?" He says and I nod. He helps me up on feet, not caring that he too is getting wet under the shower.

He walks me near the sink, and I look up at him with sad, teary eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I say as my bottom lip quivers, and I bite my lips to stop it from doing that.

"Don't apologize. Can I see where you're hurt?" He asks as he cups my face. I just nod weakly, and my hands go to Harry's black shirt I am wearing. I pull the fabric up and look at his face to see his reaction.

"Baby..." He says as he sees the ugly scars on my stomach.

I whimper as choke a sob inside me. I look at Harry who is looking at my stomach.

He then looks at me and pulls me into a hug. The minute I am into his chest, I start crying, sobbing. I take a firm hold of his tshirt he is wearing and let everything out.

Harry's hand strokes my back as he hugs me.

"It's okay, baby. I am here now. You are okay." He keeps on whispering sweet things to me and I keep crying harder.

After some time, when my crying has come to a stop. Harry helps me get dry and clean the wounds I made on myself. We both sit on the bed, my head resting on his shoulder as he keeps me close.

"Can you please tell what happened, love?" He speaks and pulls back to look at me.

"You will hate me." I say in a quiet voice and look down feeling ashamed.

"I will never be able to hate you, baby. Please know that." He says and squeezes my hand.

"Promise me you won't ever leave me." I ask him.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Please tell me." He says and I bite my lip taking a deep breath.

"I have never told anyone this." I say and Harry presses a kiss to my forehead.

"It's okay, darling. I won't judge you, baby." He says quietly.

"As you know I had a boyfriend before you." I say and look at him and he nods letting me continue.

"And you also know, he was very possessive and jealous. And he was abusive." I say and see Harry's jaw clench with anger.

"Did he call you again?" He spits out and I shake my head.

"No, he didn't. I took a nap, and I had dream, which was a flashback of what Kyle did to me." I say and look at him.

"What did he do, y/n?" He asks me with his jaw clenched.

"H-he touched me. Without my consent." I immediately get urge of hiding somewhere. I bite my lips as my eyes start to water again.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" He asks me getting angry.

"I was ashamed, and I thought you'd leave me after I told you." I say and his eyes soften, and he pulls me into a hug.

"Why would you be ashamed of it, baby? I am not leaving you." He says and I shake my head.

"It wasn't just one time, he used to do that every time we had a fight. And I felt very dirty. The dream was very real, I could feel his touch on my body and when I woke up, I started to panic." I say and I again feel hot tears on my cheeks.

"Y/n, listen to me." He says and pulls back and cups my cheeks with a stern expression.

"Whatever happened wasn't your fault okay, there is no need to feel dirty. That son of a bitch, I am going to kill him." He says and gets up from the bed.

"Please no, don't go anywhere right now. I need you, please." I say as I stop his hand.

He looks at me and sits beside me again.

"Y/n, I love you. Next time you have a panic attack, I want you to call me, okay? No matter how busy I am. You are more important to me. I cannot lose you. Okay?" Harry and I nod.

"Let's go an eat something. I know you are tired. C'mon." He speaks.

"I love you, Harry." I say softly and see Harry's expression turn soft and warm.

"I love you too, y/n. So fucking much." He says and we both do to the kitchen. I sit on the counter as Harry makes something for us. I am very grateful to have Harry in my life. I don't know what I would have done without him.

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