Harry Styles imagines + preferences

want you here

he sits in the drivers seat, gripping the steering wheel while holding back tears. naturally, they fall. he holds his phone in his trembling hand. vision blurry, mind confused, feeling exhausted. his open wounds are still not yet healing.

'hi- ' he cuts you off. 'fuck it hurts'.

your heart squeezes out of your chest, hearing his voice break.

'need me to come get you?' you ask.

running your hand through your hair, a soft sigh slips pass your lips. you hear his shaky breaths, whispering softly a 'yes' and it doesn't take long until your out of the house.

'jus' go sit in the back.. rest your head. i'll be there in a minute' you tell him.

he does, resting his head against his hoodie and closing his eyes as you continue to speak to him through the phone.

'almost there, baby' you coo.

and when you finally get there, you're engulfing him in a tight hug. hand stroking his curls as he cries into your chest.

's'alright, love.. i've got you' you comfort him.

he holds onto you tighter, letting more tears fall. his body shaking beneath you.

'want to talk about it?' you ask softly.

he shakes his head, burying his face further into your chest. you begin to run your finger under his tee, tracing shapes on his back.

's'okay, handsome. everything is okay' you whisper.

he rests his head against the window, closing his eyes as you drive back home, your hand resting on his thigh squeezing it lightly.

and when you arrive home, you make your way to the en-suit bathroom and prepare the bath. Harry sits in first, holding his hand out for you. you step in, leaning your back against his chest.. and when it's time for bed, you pull the covers over, pressing your front against his back and mumbling a sweet 'night, love'. he's smiling, bringing your hand to his lips. 'Night' he mumbles.