Harry Styles Imagines

#Niall

You're checking Twitter while you're waiting for your boyfriend Niall to come home from rehearsals. You know that you would get hate for being his girlfriend and he always told you that you should not let it get to you, 'cause the girls were just jealous. But this time it was enough. These girls don't know you, but say things about you, which are breaking you. 

*worthless bitch*

*she doesn't deserve Niall*

*she's ugly and fat*

*I don't know why he has chosen her*

*what does he see in this bitch*

  You ran to the bathroom and took your razor. You promised Niall that you wouldn't hurt yourself anymore and that you've put the razor away, but you kept it, for moments like this, when you felt totally worthless. The razor rested on your wrist, but you didn't cut.  

As soon as you pressed it lightly against your  skin,  you heard the door shut and one second later Niall was sitting beside you, carefully taking the razor out of your hand.

"(Y/n).." His voice was shaky and cracked at the end.

"I'm sorry.." You murmured, tears rolling down your cheeks. "The hate,...it was too much.." You explained.

He puts his hands around your waist, placing you on his lap. He titled up your chin and looked into your eyes

"I love you (y/n). And only you. I saw what they were tweeting. But please....don't listen to them. You're my world, when you are breaking, I'm breaking, too." He wiped away the tears and kissed you very gently, as you were about to break every second. As you two broke the kiss he hugged you tight and sang "Little Things" in your ear, to remind you, that he loves every little thing about you.