1D bsm

Let Me be Your Rock (Harry only)

(Age 17, Your POV): I love my big brother to death. He's my best friend, my go-to guy, the shoulder I cry on. He means the world to me. There's only one thing  I really don't like about him; he thinks that since he's older he always has to be strong. He never tells me when management is mean to him, or when he and one of the boys get in an argument, or if he's getting hate tweets. Much to his chagrin, he's more sensitive to it than I. When someone is mean to us, we both  put on a strong face, but only mine is sincere; his is more of a mask, masking the hurt.

Because I adore him, it hurts so bad when he just bottles everything up; every rude comment about how he can't sing, or that he's gay for Louis, or that he's ugly. He keeps it all in, then breaks down, but he never cries around me. I know when he's had a meltdown by a few things; obviously he smiles a lot less, he seems to be worlds away, I see tear stains on his pillow case when I do the laundry, and the boys keeping me updated. I wish he would just tell me! I mean, just because he's the older brother doesn't mean I can't be his crying shoulder.

Speaking of, as I walk into his room, I see one of the signs; Harry on his bed, cuddled under covers and staring at the wall with teary eyes.

(Harry's POV): "Harry? Harry, what's wrong?" Y/N asks gently, startling me.

"Oh um...nothing." I lie, sniffling.

"Just stop, ok? Stop pretending you're not hurting, lying to me when I ask if you're ok. I mean, you're clearly not! There's some things I don't pick up on, like a joke or whatever, but when you're upset I can tell!" She exclaims angrily.

"I'm not upset." I deny.

"Yes, you are! I've looked up to you since I was a child, studying you, wanting to be just like my big brother. I know you, Harry. I mean, even if I didn't, when someone's eyes are all teary, that's kind of a sign. I know why you bottle everything up. You think since you're the big brother that you shouldn't tell me about your problems. It breaks my heart to see you sad, Harry. I love you so much, so please just...just talk to me, I can help. Please?" Y/N sighs, exasperated.

I look down, lip quivering as my shoulders rise and fall with sobs. The bed dips and I feel her warm arms wrap around me. I suddenly feel the same things she does when I hold her; comfort, love, happiness, even security.

"Now what got you so upset, sweetheart?" She asks in a kind, motherly manner once I stop crying. She brushes my hair out of my face and planting a kiss on my temple.

"J-Just hate." I stutter, my breathing still off from my sobbing.

"They're just a bunch of liars, Haz."

"Says who?"

"Me, and everyone who loves you."

"E-Exactly. I mean, because you c-care, maybe you're afraid of hurting me. I-It's just easier to believe th-the haters, I guess."

"Can I see what they said?" Y/N asks, holding out her hand.

"Sure." I say, unlocking my phone and giving it to her.

"Smiley_Riley said "Harry is the reason why 1D sucks." Right, because bands that suck earn over 80 awards, not including the ones they were nominated for, and all of their albums going straight to the Top 100 on Billboard Charts." She chuckles.

Y/N continues listing the hate tweets, then pointing out what's wrong about them. The next one apparently made her really mad; she started cussing like a drunk sailor, and she rarely ever cusses.

"Ok, this one is a load of bull shit! This bitch said she saw a One Direction movie, and here's her thoughts. "Y/N was pretty open about her depression, and mentioned how Harry brought her out. He apparently helped her, but leaves her for the majority of the year for tours. Her naïve love for him has blinded her from the cold truth: him helping her was just for the press, if he really cared, he wouldn't leave for months on end for a tour. Clearly money is more important than family in his mind."  Harry, that's so far from the truth. If there's one thing you get out if this, it's that you're the best brother ever! You're always here for me, you always make me laugh. Of course we have fights, but they're over so quickly. We're two peas from the same pod. You mean the world to me, Harry. Always have, always will. Don't you ever forget it, ok?" Y/N says, making my eyes tear up again.

"Thank you so much, Y/N. I love you." I cry, pulling her into a tight hug.

"I love you too, Harry. Next time, please talk to me." She says, hugging back and gently rubbing my back.

"I will." I promise, kissing her head.

We sit for a few moments enjoying the warmth of each others' embrace. I love her to death, I really don't know what I'd do without her.