Harry Styles Imagines [COMPLETED]

Comfort

Y/N's POV

I walk through the front door of my house and go straight to my room. I don't bother to say hello to my mother or siblings. I was not very happy.

At school today, one of my friends told me that my favorite teacher was moving away. Far away. I went into my room and sobbed into my pillow. She was the only teacher who ever understood me and now she's leaving. Awesome.

"Y/N?" I hear a familiar voice behind me. I slowly turn my head to see my loving boyfriend, Harry.

"Harry...." I managed between sobs and ran into his arms.

"Shhh...shh. Baby it's okay. I'm here," he said softly. I keep crying and crying for about ten minutes when I finally calm down.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" He asks sweetly. I vent. I tell him everything she's done for me and I tell him how she's leaving. He listens with such intent that he almost seems mesmerized. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I really am. But can't you keep in touch with her?" He asks. I nod. "See? You'll be fine I promise."

"But she won't be here with me.." I sigh. He's right though. I'll still have her in my life, just not very close. That's how I feel while Harry goes on tour.

"I know, baby. But I'm always available if you need someone. Even if I'm on stage, I'll rush off and talk if you need me to. I'm always going to be here for you," he smiles. I smile at his loving comment and rest my head on his shoulder.

"I love you," he says and I look up at his emerald eyes and smile at him.

"I love you too, curly. Thank you," I say and kiss him.