FINE LINE (Harry styles comfort imagines)

THIRTEEN

       THE SAFETY OF YOUR ARMS

hi amber! could i request something about harry helping reader through grief? if it's too heavy or triggers you in any way that's completely understandable and you don't have to write it! i just need some comfort right now, i lost my grandpa a month ago and i'm struggling a lot with it and i feel so lonely and like no one cares, so yeah... :(  thank you so much and i hope you're doing well! <3

Hi lovely, thank you for the request! I'm so sorry for your loss. Grief is tough but take your time with it okay? It's hard but I promise it gets better. I hope this brings you some comfort. And please know you are loved and cared for, sending you all the healing energy. All the love, A. xx

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Harry was a firm believer of the saying grief was love with no where to go. He knew you often overwhelmed yourself with such a thing, it tore him apart, it truly did. But now he was focusing on the fact that your grief was becoming unbearable... you had become more quiet. Less talkative. More emotional and very anxious. He always told you to talk to him and that if you needed him he would be right there, but you were afraid of bothering him but that morning- you awoke feeling worse than ever, the grief was getting to you, it felt like the weight of the world had been pressured upon your shoulders and here you were knees up to your chest as you stared down at the covers on your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks as your breathing grew heavier and heavier. Your chest was very tight and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to breathe

Your lower lip trembled, eyes wide, as your hand soon trembled towards your phone grabbing onto it and immediately calling Harry's number. You and Harry were a couple but didn't live together just yet, he had offered to stay with you, but you explained the fact that you needed time to grieve and he accepted that. Soft sobs left your lips your eyes squinting as you struggled to calm down "y/n? Hey... what's up?" Harrys voice came through the phone, voice croaky and slightly raspy proving he had just woken up "h-harry... I-I need you... I-I cant do this anymore." You sobbed out and the man's heart instantly dropped into his stomach "oh y/n" he whispered, "hey... darling I need you to calm down. Breathe okay? I'll be over in ten." He spoke keeping the phone up to his ear as he threw on a random T-shirt and some navy blue shorts "Harry I cant do this anymore, I'm so scared... I miss him so much... I don't know what to do. I miss him" you cried out to him your voice cracking over the phone as your sobs only grew heavier and heavier "I know baby... I know... I'm coming now okay? Keep talking to me sweetheart. You're going to be okay."

His words barely got through to you, you felt as if nothing would be okay anymore, and so you didn't respond you just cried. Seconds turned into minutes and soon enough Harry had walked through the front door, hanging up, as he rushed into your bedroom. Your hair was a mess and your face was covered in tears- dry and new. You clearly hadn't been taking care of yourself. The sight of you made his heart break. "Harry" you sobbed arms wide open, needing him, and he happily but sadly obliged as he got onto the bed beside you the bed dipping beside you, your arms wrapping around his neck as his arms smoothed around your waist pulling you into his chest- he slowly sat down, back against the headboard as he held you in his embrace- pressing soft kisses to your head as you sobbed into his chest your sobs breaking him, fingers curled into the material of his T-shirt your sobs only growing louder. "Shhh shhh... I've got you... I've got you... oh baby I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His hand snaked up and down your back slowly and gently as he gently tried to sooth you "shh my love... shh... I'm right here. I'm right here." Your shoulders jerked with every sob that rocketed throughout you before an anguished scream left your lips, the scream muffled by his T-shirt, it wasn't necessarily a scream- more so a yell of pure agony. You didn't know how else to deal with these unbearable emotions and so you were letting these feelings out and Harry was allowing you to do just that,