Harry Styles imagines

You'll be alright

Y/n didn't know what to do. She was just broken up with from someone she had just met a week ago but it felt like her soul was ripped out. She wanted to run. Run away and never look back at anything. She was afraid to look ahead just as much. She was walking in the street of London when she dropped her tearstained notebook that she carried everywhere. Before she could touch it someone with an anchor tattoos touched her hand. She looked up and a familiar face looked back at her. Harry Styles. "Hello. Are you alright? I hope I didn't scare you." Y/n took a minute to collect her thoughts. "I..uh yeah I'm fine. Just a little distraught right now. No big deal." Harry looked at her confused and asked her another question. "You look upset. Why don't we sit here and have a chat? Whats your name?" Y/n put her notebook in her bag and sat next to Harry on a bench close to them. "It's Y/n." Harry put his hand out for her to shake. "I'm Harry. It's nice to meet you, Y/n. Now I have some time tell me what's going on." She looked out on to the street and spilled everything to Harry. "Well. I just had a breakup from a guy that I shouldn't be upset over. I don't have my mom to help me through it anymore and I just wish people would realize how bad their actions hurt people." Harry sighed and looked at her. Harry took off his blue jacket revealing a gray shirt underneath. He wrapped it around Y/n, noticing her cold. "Here. Keep it. I normally do this but..." He held out his phone with his pink case and handed it to Y/n. "Put your number in and text yourself. I have a feeling that there's more you'd like to share and I'd like to hear it." Y/n took his phone and typed her number and name in. She sent herself a text making sure it was correct. A random number came up and it said what she sent to herself. "There. Would you like to walk with me? I'm pretty sure I was headed in the same direction anyway. Get a coffee?" Y/n agreed and in that little moment she felt just a little bit better.