Harry Styles Imagines

18 - Difficult

PERSONAL IMAGINE

DIFFICULT

Harry's POV

                                 It is silent when I enter the flat I'm sharing with my girlfriend Freja. Either she isn't home or she is asleep since it is after nine in the evening on a Friday. She could be out with some friends but she hadn't informed me about it so it is unlikely that she is out right now.

 The silence is sort of scary, though. Usually, when she is at home I can hear the sound of the shower, or of the television, or just her humming. Frowning, I walk into the kitchen but no one is there to be seen. The whole kitchen is cleaned up. I make my way into our bedroom and that is where I finally see her.

But not how I have left her and certainly not how I expected her to see. Freja is sitting on our bed with her phone in her hand. Tears are rolling down on her cheeks and she has her other hand in front of her mouth, muffling the quiet cries and sobs.

 "Baby, what's wrong?" I say and rush over to her to sit down on the bed. She immediately is hugged by me, both my arms wrapped around her smaller body. My fingers stroke little circles on her back as I wait for her to answer.

 "Freja..." I mumble, giving her a kiss on her head.

 "I...you know, it—sometimes it is just really difficult." She whispers. Her voice cracking and trembling.

 "What is difficult? What were you doing? You can talk to me, baby. Shh, okay, calm down first, yeah? I'm here...I'm not gonna leave, okay? Shh, baby, I got you." I ramble, trying in every way to stop her from crying, to show her that she is not alone and never will be, that I'll always be there for her.

 A few minutes later she has stopped crying and wipes the tears and mascara stains away. She still holds her phone tightly in her hand and I catch a glimpse onto it. I can only recognize that she has been on Twitter but I don't know exactly what she was doing before and what caused her crying.

 "Do..do you love me, Harry?" I hear her soft voice.

 "Of course...of course I do. I love you so much, Freja." I answer, caught off guard by her question. She has never questioned my love for her.

 "Can you just...lie down with me, please?"

 I nod and after I took off my shoes we lie down together in the bed. The first thing I do is pulling her close to my body, holding her tight so she cannot fall apart right in front of me. Her breath has calmed by now but her eyes are still swollen and bloodshot from all the tears.

 "What would cause you to break up with me?" Freja asks and my jaw drops.

 "Nothing. I would never want to break up with you."

 "Not even when your fans threaten to stop supporting you?"

 My assumption of why she was crying is confirmed by now. She read the hate towards her on Twitter. And now she just asked the question I'm constantly thinking about. I would never want to break up with her. I love Freja with all my heart. But I also love my fans, my fans who are supporting me and the boys wherever they can.

 "Harry? Why are you not answering?" She pushes and I sigh, "That'd be something why you would break up with me?"

 "Against my will, though. I can't always put you and me first, I have to think of the boys, too. I love you, Freja, I really do and currently I'm neither forced to break up with you nor do I want to, so you have nothing to fear."

 She nods and hopefully because she understands and not because she does not want to talk about it any further. I press my lips against her temple and I feel her tighten her grip around me.

 "I told you to stay away from social media. Or at least, not to read the comments." I tell her.

 "I told you it's difficult."

 "Do you believe what they were writing?"

 "Some things, yeah."

 "Do you wanna talk about what they have written to you?"

 "No, it doesn't matter anymore." Freja mumbles and I turn her head a bit to peck her lips.

 "Keep in mind that I love you. All those cruel comments shouldn't matter to you because I'm here and I'm not leaving, because I love you and I don't plan on ever stopping. You are my incredibly beautiful girlfriend and I wouldn't want anyone else." I say and hope it will cheer her up, maybe even make her forget about the comments full of hate she receives.

 "Thank you, Harry." She whispers and smiles at me, burying her head in the crook of my neck. And I just hold her, happy that I have her.