FINE LINE (Harry styles comfort imagines)

TWENTY ONE

              YOU ARE ENOUGH.

Request: hey, I was wondering whether you could do something along the lines of mental health? I've been struggling recently and your stories brought me out of the darkness in some way or another so if possible? Thank you!

A/N: hey anonymous, thank you so much for the request. I understand how difficult mental health is. I'm so glad my stories have been able to do that. I'm sending you all the love and I hope this is okay. Remember you're not alone. My DM's are always open. Much love, Amber x

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of self harm, suicidal thoughts, pretty dark topics, panic attack, self hate, depression&anxiety- please read at your own discretion.

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Mental health was a beast no one could tame. Depression, anxiety and so many more... it was almost torturous. As if the demons within your head created a pact together and decided it would be fun to torment you. It was never ending and to be quite frank it was exhausting. You sometimes felt as if no one understood you. It was so tiring. It felt as if the soothing words that were repeated over and over again became less soothing every time. As if the demons within you were becoming more tolerant to the words, to the comfort, as if they were slowly beginning to drown you. Harry, your boyfriend of 3 years even paid for you to get therapy... out of his own love and own money which you felt terrible for but he assured you it was for the best. The therapy was going well for a while but then it started becoming repetitive... you struggled talking and when you couldn't talk and felt the pain wrap it's cold loathsome hands around your throat constricting your breathing you simply couldn't and wouldn't talk.

That day was going awfully- first you encountered an ex friend whom you were not on good terms with, next you were caught in a flood of rain absolutely drenched and the cherry on the top was the fact when you walked inside your apartment it was empty. Cold. Sad. No one to wrap their arms around you. No Harry. No nobody. Just you and your confused uncontrollable emotions. You felt like such a waste of a human being.. no... you were a waste of a human being. You were meant to go to your weekly therapy session but you were exhausted, harry was out recording songs for his new album and you were just here wasting your life away. It felt as if everyone was accomplishing something... all except you. You dropped your bag onto the floor slowly moving towards your bedroom, the door hitting against the wall as you sniffled. You tried desperately to not cry. To not be weak but you couldn't control the anger and resentment you felt... and not because of anyone... no... simply because of yourself. You hated yourself and didn't know how to control the feelings flooding your blood stream. Your body sank into the bed, wet clothes still clinging to your skin as you curled up in a ball closing your eyes tightly as soft sobs began leaving your lips until the crying turned into little whimpers those whimpers turning silent too as you managed to somehow cry yourself to sleep. Everything was going so well... so damn well... and you just had to go ahead and ruin it. Harry would tell you it wasn't your fault and you were being too harsh on yourself but he wasn't there to soothe you... you couldn't bear to even think good things about yourself. You were broken.

Harry had spent most of his day recording, he wanted to release new good songs and he knew the fans craved new songs. The recording went really well everything was coming together and he was quite proud of it however he had a horrible gut feeling that he simply could not shake. He knew what you went through and you were always his top priority no matter what, of course concerts mattered and performing for his fans was also his priority but you would always come first. If you needed him he would be right there to support you. He knew you quite well he knew how the simplicity of a hateful comment on social media could send you spiralling and so that's why he made sure you got rid of social media, he didn't want to be possessive or controlling but he didn't want to see you go through the brainwashing factor of all the hateful comments, the comments that stripped you of your self love... you hated yourself and Harry had to do a whole lot to make you love yourself again and he wasn't gonna let some child mess up your mental health. Most of the comments came from jealous 11 year olds who had no clue what the hell they were doing, it was harmful. Harry remembered the time when hate comments got the best of him too... but he built a tough skin, a wall around himself that protected him from any hate.. he knew how to cope with it but you... you just needed a tad bit more of TLC and he was more than willing to be that person to remind you that you are enough.