Harry Styles Imagines ♡

➩depression

i was sitting on mine and harry's bed, scrolling through twitter and looking through all the hate comments i get for dating harry.

she's so.. ugly. i mean come on harry, you can do better than this

what a whore!!

she's just gonna use him for his fame and money, she doesn't really love him.

she's just a needy bitch.

tears continued to fall down my face as i continued to read them. until i read one that made me want to end it all.

honestly, what a whore. (y/n) doesn't really love harry. she doesn't even give a shit about him. she's just gonna use him, like a little boy toy or something. she might as well just kill herself.

that comment made me get up off the bed and run to the bathroom, going into the medicine cabinet and grabbing an unused razor blade.

"(y/n)? you in here?" i heard him say. the tears kept coming, it seemed like they would never stop until i was dead, "(y/n)?!"

i sobbed loudly to signify that i was in the bathroom, immediately hearing harry knock on the door.

"(y/n), please come out," he said, making me put the razor blade down and open the door.

"oh my gosh! (y/n), what's wrong?" he said, engulfing me in his arms after looking at my tear-stained cheeks.

"w-why does everyone.. hate me so m-much?" i mumbled, still crying.

"what do you mean? everyone loves you!" he said, making me doubt that considering the comments i saw on the last photo we took together.

"that's not true though," i said, walking over the the computer, "look at the comments they left on the last photo we took together!"

his facial expressions went from confused to mad in just a few seconds, making me worry a bit.

"(y/n), look at me," he said, taking his index finger and placing it under my chin, "i love you, okay? those assholes are not our fans. they're just people who want to hurt you."

"are you sure?" i said, tears still dripping down my face.

"yes baby, i'm more than sure," he said, kissing my forehead, "now come here, i have a question to ask you."

i scoot closer to him and wrap my arms around his torso, him wrapping his arm over my shoulder.

"i'm going to do a LiveStream, is that okay baby?" he said, earning a nod from me.

"hey guys, so as you know, this is my girlfriend (y/n). now just a while ago, i read the hate comments you said on the last photo we took together."

there was already 12,000 people watching.

"now, i love (y/n) very much. and if you're going to hate on her, then i'm gonna do something about it. now i came up here to ask (y/n) a question, and here it is."

he turned around to face me.

"(y/n)," he took my hands in his, "i love you so much, ever since i met you, i knew that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. and only, you. so, (y/n), will you do me the honor, of being the future Mrs. Styles?" he said, pulling out a little box and revealing a beautiful diamond ring inside of it.

my hands automatically flew to my mouth, and happy tears started to fall down my cheeks.

"yes, harry!! one million times yes!" i said, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

i pulled back and watched him slide the ring onto my finger, he looked up at me and kissed the tip of my nose.

"look baby, there's 1,000,000 people watching," he smiled, knowing that the engagement was public.

"i love you, harry," i said, smiling.

"i love you too, future Mrs. Styles."