Imagines and Preferences - One Direction

he stops you from...

Harry:

You slam the front door to your flat and kick your shoes off. You rip your coat off and throw it to the floor. Tears stream down your face as you make your way to the bedroom. In anger you chuck your laundry basket across the room scattering dirty clothes everywhere. You drop to your knees and cry out. Sobbing into your hands you scream out Harry's name. Harry is the only one who could get you through a tough day when you feel so low, that you can't even bare to pull yourself up.

Harry had been gone now for over a month and you barley even get to speak with him on the phone. It felt like weeks since you last heard his voice. Your parents live in America and Harry had been the only reason you decided to finally make the move to England. The two of you were in love and you knew you couldn't live without him. Between work, college and Harry you hadn't had much time to make any friends. Not that you were very good at making friends; it was just one of the many reasons you've had depression issues. Right now all you wanted was for someone to talk too.

You pull at your hair and crinkle you face as you stair at the bathroom door. You knew exactly where the fresh pack of razor blades are hidden under the sink. Before you were with Harry you were a daily cutter. You were sunken deep into a nasty dark depression, You and everyone around you feared that you would never pull out of it; That was until you met Harry. He gave you a reason to live, showed you what it was to love and be loved. He made you feel again. You smiled thinking about Harry but that thought was quickly diminished by inner demons telling you to slip. Telling you to get rid of these painful feelings. Telling you to end all this suffering. Others telling you you're weak and worthless. Telling you that Harry never really loved you... Some voices told you lies, told you that Harry was probably out fucking another girl. Voices feeding the jealousy and hurt of the rumors. The lonleness was eating at you from deep down.

You bite your lip then bolt for the bathroom. You deserve this! The voices scream. More tears pour down your face.

The blade is in your hand now. It's all under your control. It's been months since you've felt the cold sharp metal cut across your skin. months since you've felt the release of warm sticky blood pour from your veins, and leak down your arms, staining your skin and clothes.

Just as you go to make the first cut on your pale skin, marked by permenent pink scars from previous moments just like this one. The tears stream down your face as you press the blade to your arm. Suddenly the bathroom door burst open. Through cloudy wet eyes you see Harry drop to his knees Infront of you. Harry takes the blade from your hand and kisses each wrist. When he looks at you tears are pouring from his eyes.

"What happened... I thought we were better now..." Harry sobbed his jaw quivering with each word.

You throw your arms around Harry and sob into his chest, "I'm so sorry!"

Harry immediately wraps his arms around you. He whispers how sorry he is into your ear for not being here with you, for not calling you as much as he should have, not visiting you as much during his time off. You know he has no choice about most of those things, after all he's very busy while on tour, he often has barley anytime to sleep.

Harry vows, "Ill take you on tour with me to America! we head to Mexico next week, you're coming with me. Forget school and work, I'm goin to take care of you till you're old anyways. I won't let you feel alone again."

Harry cradles you in his arms on the bathroom floor and sings softly to you until you stop crying. When you are only sniffling he picks you up and carries you to bed. He helps you into pajamas and tucks you in. When you're all snug he crawls in next to you, curling himself up against you; his arms never unwrapping themselves from you in fear that the next time he does you'll be gone...