Harry Styles Imagines And Or Preferences

Imagine 4

- The one where Y/n is left at the altar and has a hard time dealing with her emotions

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Y/n has alway been good at running away from her problems.

It’s something she’s become so used to—avoiding all the feelings and emotions that could tear her down and finding her way around them.

It’s a dangerous coping mechanism and she knows it. She’s been through this cycle more times than she can remember, and each time did they end with her being so full of emotion and so torn apart from the heartbreak that she’ll spend days—weeks, even—laying in the dark and locking all of her doors to avoid the outside world.

It’s gotten so bad that there have been times she hasn’t even communicated with anybody, leaving her friends and family begging on their knees by her locked doors just to get her to open up—both mentally and physically.

And they all could have been prevented if she wasn’t so afraid of letting her feelings get to her. But she hates it—god, how she hates being in a sensitive state of mind and her heart feeling so heavy that she forgets how to breathe. So, instead of letting herself feel all of that, she does anything and everything to ignore it.

She’ll teach herself new things, keep herself occupied at night so that she doesn’t have the time to fall asleep (because it was always then her thoughts caught up with her the most), and even will go so far as avoiding the people in her life that would make her talk about it.

But this heartbreak was the worst one yet.

It’s never been this bad before. She’s never made herself numb from everything she’s left behind and basically feel completely dead inside, but that’s how she’s been feeling for the past three weeks—since she’s lost absolutely everything.

Just three weeks ago was she standing at the altar, hands held in her future husband’s and ready to say the two words that were going to change her life forever. She had spent a year and a half making sure everything was the way she always dreamed it would be—wedding dress tight and complimenting, flowers arranged in perfect combinations, and all of their closest friends and family joined together to celebrate their love and devotion for one another.

But her dreams soon became her biggest nightmare.

When the priest asked if he promised to be her husband for the rest of his life, everything started to fall apart. She could see the way his eyes held uncertainty and the way his hands were twitching in hers nervously—how his mouth soon began to dry and eyes wandering for a means of an escape.

She didn’t understand it at first—how the man that asked her to be his wife was doubting their marriage. She didn’t understand how just two nights prior they were making love on their bed, whispering how much he couldn’t wait to finally make her his and start a family together, but was now trying to run away from it all.

What made it even worse was realizing that his escape wasn’t the exit doors at the front of the isle, or the lawn of the church they were standing foot in—his escape was his best friend since kindergarten sitting in the front row, tears welling in her eyes at the heartbreaking sight in front of her.

Y/n had no idea that only thirty minutes before did Poppy confess her love for him, and that, by the time she was finally going to tell him how she felt for the past two years, he was already dedicated to Y/n.  

Walking away from the disaster of a wedding was the most awful, dreadful, and haunting experience she’s ever lived through—knowing that she lost the love of her life and will never be looked the same again by everyone that attended.