Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

The hate

The first morning ray of sunshine hit my eyes as I slowly blinked my eyes sleepily several times. I carefully stretched my body, not wanting to wake Harry beside me. I turned to face the actual ray of sunshine. His strong arms were gently but tightly wrapped around mine, his face even though asleep, a hint of seriousness displayed on it.

I gently tried to smooth out his furrowed eyebrows and Harry only mumbled something incoherent, burying his face deeper in the crook of my neck. I gave his cheek a little peck, tracing his butterfly tattoo- my favorite- on his chest out of boredom.

I could honestly stare at this beauty all day long. I sighed, wondering what I did to deserve someone like Harry. I burrowed my face in his chest, wanting to fall asleep again but I couldn't no matter how hard I tried.

I tried to sit up and start washing up but less than 5 seconds after I got out of Harry's embrace, his strong arms wandered around the sheets, searching for my familiar figure.

"Babe, where are you going hmm?" He said in his deep and raspy morning voice.

"Go back to sleep, Haz. I'm only trying to wash up, can't fall back asleep anymore." I said soothingly.

Harry tried opening his gorgeous eyes but only managed it for a second before closing it shut and giving me a cute pout.

"Kitten pleaseeee stay in bed..... It's one of our rare days off and I wouldn't mind spending it by just cuddling with you all day long... Come back to bed, I can't sleep properly without you...." Harry whined childishly.

I playfully rolled my eyes before jumping back into bed, getting back into his warm embrace and complaining: "You child."

Harry only grinned with his sleepy eyes and wrapped his arms even tighter around my waist. After a while of just staring at him falling back to sleep, I got bored and grabbed my phone from my bedside desk to scroll through social media.

Even though Harry had warned me enough times not to go on social media, I just couldn't help it. I scrolled through my feed on Twitter while still in his embrace, my phone almost on his chest. As usual, there were many mentions and comments on my account.

"@Y/T/N You FUCKING SLUT! I don't even know y would Harry date such an ugly cunt like you!"

"GO TO HELL @Y/T/N! NO ONE EVEN CARES ABOUT YOU ANYWAYS YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

"@Y/T/N one of the world's biggest mystery is y Harry would date such a fat whale like you. Lose some weight to get on his status, you loser!"

Being with Harry has its pros and cons. Of course, there are more pros than there are cons but sometimes, things like this are way more than I could handle and the only reason why I don't think we should be dating.

I continued scrolling through the hate, somehow wanting to absorb all of it, somehow agreeing to every word, somehow letting that become the truth and letting it define me and more importantly, our relationship.

Unconsciously, wet tears slipped down my cheeks and blurred my vision. I let my phone dropped out of my hand and it landed on the sheets.

I tried my best to muffle out the sound of my crying that quickly escalated into deep sobs as I don't want to wake Harry's peaceful slumber and have him worried about me.

I turned away from him, my back facing him so he wouldn't have to see me in this state.

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Harry's POV

The truth is, I wasn't actually asleep. After I had convinced Y/N to stay in bed and cuddle with me, I just held her close, not being able to sleep anymore because of her beauty that enchanted me. I just blissfully enjoyed the fact that she is watching me intently with such love.