Harry Styles Imagines

40. Stressful Time

Sometimes you were sad.

Sometimes it seemed as though everything was going wrong in your life and it was times like these that made you doubt yourself and everything that you were doing; your looks, your school results, your obviously bad schedule, clothes that weren't that 'in' --at least for some of your 'friends', too much make up, not enough make up, too much work, no sleep,...

You tiredly stumbled into your flat and decided that, for once, you weren't going to work --you forbade yourself to think about it too--. So, you just plopped down onto the couch and absent-mindedly watched the moving images flicker across the screen: you didn't know what was on.

Even when Harry came home and asked if you wanted anything to eat while he was unpacking the take-away he'd brought with him, you just slowly shook your head 'no', giving him a small, tired smile and politely declined.

It had him worried, but you shrugged it off, saying you were just very tired from the lack of sleep you'd gotten in the past couple of weeks due to exams, excluding what happened with one of your 'friends' and their friends and how disgustingly they were behaving. You quickly tried to push those thoughts to the side.

''Y/N?'' you heard Harry call from the kitchen, ''Would you at least like some tea? Or coffee, juice... Ehm... yeah, that's it. I think we don't have anything else,'' he chuckled.

''No, I'm good, thank you.''

Maybe he could tell by the sound of your voice that something was wrong, because a few seconds later, he was there, hovering over you with a worried expression on his face. ''Is something wrong?'' He asked, sitting down next to you, and closely examining your face that was still turned towards the TV you paid no attention to.

''No, nothing,'' you said quietly, ''just tired. I think I'll take a shower and go straight to bed.''

He didn't seem to believe you, though. He only pitifully watched you get up while slightly nodding. You didn't seem to want to talk, so he respected that. He thought that sleep might help, too and that tomorrow you'll be all right again. He hoped so.

But, he missed you; you weren't there with him after he'd taken your place on the couch and he knew that something was bothering you.

After about half an hour, he opened the door to your bedroom; he didn't want to be one of those people who pretend they don't know what's going on - he didn't want to leave you alone. He didn't want to leave you on your own with your problems and sufferings. He wanted to be here for you and help you.

''What are you doing?'' he asked, seeing you sat on the edge of the bed with your phone in one hand.

''Just setting an alarm for tomorrow,'' you replied.

''Oh,'' he said, and made his way towards the closet where he took some clothes from, and changed for bed.

''Are you already going to bed?'' you asked, surprised, because it was only 8:46pm and Harry never went to sleep this early.

''I want to spend some time with my girlfriend,'' he told you, ''even when it means just lying in bed. Holding you is more than enough.'' his bottom lip was slightly puckered when you turned your head his way, moved by his sweet words. You couldn't help but smile at how amazing he was.

He held you tightly, your back pressed to his chest as he gently kissed your shoulder. ''You know I love you, right?'' he whispered into your hair. ''Because I do, so much, and if there's anything I can do for you, I'd do it without a second guessing, I swear. Anything.

Something's troubling you, I can tell. But it's not just today. You've been so distant lately, daydreaming as if your head was constantly somewhere else and studying until midnight with barely any sleep at all because you'd get up four hours later and study again. I miss being close to you and talking to you, I miss our walks on Sunday evening after dinner and watching comedies with Eddie Murphy on Saturday while eating cookies you'd bake.

I miss you...

Where has my girl gone?'' his voice was filled with hurt and you were disappointed in yourself for the lack of attention you've been paying to him.

''Here...'' you said quietly, feeling your eyes begin to water. ''She's still here...
I'm so sorry for losing myself. I... I guess I wasn't managing well lately --I didn't do it the right way--, but I've thought about it a lot and I think I know what I'm gonna do... I need to change a couple of things. ''

You turned around so that you were face to face and kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger there for a bit. ''I love you so so much.''

''I know...'' he said quietly and wrapped his arms around you properly again, afraid to lose contact to you again. And as he held you like that, you'd forgotten about all the bad things that had happened with some people at school and everything seemed suddenly so unimportant to be taken to heart like you'd been doing. You now found the strenght to try again and knowing you had Harry by your side who loved you with all his heart, like you loved him, made you feel better. And from now on you decided to pay more attention and use your energy for nice things and time with your boyfriend rather than only school and studying, because maybe it'll work better that way.

......

I'm so sorry for the late update, school didn't allow me much, but I shoud be here more often from now on (at least for the next three weeks).

Love you all,
-Veronika ♡Xxx.