♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

Best friends sacrifice.

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When me and him were younger, we would always sit down on the Grass at night and watch the stars. He'd always talk to me about How the problems with his parents are getting better at home and I'd always give him a very long hug and tell him that he's a very strong person.

It was all about him. We'd always talk about how he's doing and what he's up to, but I was never that important to talk about. I never minded, but the more I grew up, the more I understood The negative perspective of this.

I was always there for him, calling off all the kids that gave him trouble, Covering for him and taking the blame for him not to get into any trouble. I'd always sacrifice my own safety for him, making sure he was alright.

But he'd never do it back to me. I have always been bullied and I would always get picked on and he knew that. But he never cared enough to do something about it. And I remember how once I actually built the confidence to ask him why he never cared to have my back,

"You need to learn not to depend on me, Hazel. I'm doing you a favor by helping you grow into a strong women." I recall him saying, giving me a small smile and turning back to looking at the stars.

I didn't fully understand his perspective that day, but It didn't take me alot of time to realise that it was bullshit.

If he actually cared for me and wanted me to grow into a strong women, He would've had the decency to protect me from people who were causing my pain.

There was a while where I fell into a deep depression.

I found it really hard to smile and I never really understood at that time how people managed to Feel happiness.

He never noticed.

He didn't acknowledge my lack of speaking, or the Change in my mood, or The tears that would roll down my cheeks more often that before.

He never saw behind my fake smile, and he never noticed the sadness in my eyes.

People would tell me that he's the worst Best friend for being like this. But I simply told them that he is everything that I would want to have in a Best friend.

He was perfect in my eyes,

But I was The opposite in his eyes.

Nothing hurt more than the time where I found out that he started dating my Bully, it was the kind of 'Hurt' where you feel like someone kept on ripping your heart out again and again.

And from then, Harry wasn't the same Harry that I had been friends with since kindergarten. He would Ignore me when I needed him the most, He would pretend like He doesn't know me in front of his group of friends, He would Hurt me with his words without even realising it, He wouldn't listen to me when I needed someone to listen and I couldn't think of anyone but him and He Wouldn't call me 'Best friend' anymore.

There was a point where I was actually thinking of giving up, and he wasn't there to give me a hand and remind me that this life is worth living.

But I still loved him, He was my best friend.

I remember that one time where I had a panic attack in school because of my anxiety, and No one was able to calm me down. I called for him, Crying to people, telling them that he was the only one that would be able to calm me down.

And they got him for me, and when He saw the state that I was in, His eyes softened and For a moment I actually saw the old Harry standing before me.

But that immediately changed and the coldness was back in his eyes.

"Hazel, breath." He said to me that day, kneeling down beside me and embracing me.

And after I eventually calmed down, He gave me a really big Hug, kissing my forehead.

I actually felt loved by him that day, But deep down I knew that It was sympathy.

And our story continues from there, He was never a 'Good' Best friend in peoples eyes but He was in mine.

I remember How I would always call him late at night because I've had a terrible nightmare or I had the urge to Cut, but He'd never pick up. I'm sure that If he actually opened his voice mail he'd find plenty from me.

I wasn't normal. I was always sad and I found it hard to socialise with others around me. But He never thought of asking me 'what's wrong?' Or 'are you okay?'.

And that made me even worst because that shows how much he actually cares.

Our friendship kept going downhill until that one night, the night that I lost my life and He was there to watch it.

It was a night after a party and I was chasing after him because I needed to get him home, He was half drunk and wasn't listening to me.

And thats when It happened, I saw him getting ready to run across the high way, full of speeding cars.

He ran into the high way, amd stopped immediately after he saw a car speeding his way. I didn't even think before jumping in front of him, pushing him out of the way just when the car hit me.

I remember the pain I felt That night, It was unbearable. I couldn't feel my legs and arms and I found it really hard to breath. I heard alot of voices around me, but His voice stood out the most.

"Hazel! Don't leave please, get me an ambulance!" He yelled that night, sobbing and tapping my face.

"Why did you do that? You're going to die Hazel!" He yelled, panicking.

And that was when I managed to open my eyes a little, looking up at him.

"Some people are worth dying for, Harry." I whispered, giving him a soft smile.

But I couldn't do it anymore and my eyes instantly shut, my face turning to the side.

And everything went black.

And This is my story, Hazel Aglasias.

I died for My best friend, a Person that wasn't good enough in peoples eyes and was Perfect in mine.