♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

Still Ain't dirty.

(A/N): Heyyy loves. I have been feeling lazy for the past couple of days but finally hereeee you go!

Enjoy.

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I looked up at Harry, Kissing his cheek and cuddling up to him. He smiled at me, His dimple deepening and creating a very cute dent in his cheek. I breathed him in, His scent filling me and keeping me warm. His arms were wrapped around my small frame, Protecting me.

I looked back at the Movie playing in front of me, however I wasn't really focused on that.

I was just wondering how lucky I am for being the one to be in this position, Cuddling up to the one and only Harry styles. I was the one that got to have his heart, giving him mine in return.

I couldn't help but question why I, the most Fu.cked up person you'd ever meet, got to feel such Happiness.

It's not supposed to Happen like that, The villain in a story never gets the Happy ending, it's never happened before.

I came out of a very messed up home, where my dad was an alcoholic and my mother was never home. I was the only child, so I had to experience all this alone.

I remember when I was a very young girl, maybe four or five years old I had to watch my parents have Huge fights, that actually turned physical. The image of my father grabbing a gun and aiming it at my Mothers head will stay imprinted in my memory my whole life.

And as I grew up, Life turned shittier and I turned into such a messed up person. At the age of fourteen, I was selling drugs on streets like it was skittles. I was addicted to drugs and alcohol, they were the only two things that made me forget.

My dad left me and my mother when I was fifteen, and No, I was no relieved that he left. Simply because when he left, He kicked me and my mother out on the streets with absolutely nothing with us, No money, No food, No clothes. NOTHING AT ALL.

We were struggling to survive and we were actually Homeless for a whole of two years before we actually found a Home after saving up from the five jobs that my mother worked for, and from the Drugs that I sold on streets.

My mother was ashamed of me, Her whole life she's only had one daughter and she turned out to be like this, of course she'd be ashamed. We got into several fights, and I still remember how she cried every single day because me, because of our life, because of my dad, because of everything.

When I was at the age of eighteen, my mother killed herself and left me alone in this Fu.cked up world, to face all the challenges alone.

I was scared, no one gave me a hand to help me get up whenever I fell down. I didn't want my future to turn out like this, and even though everyone around me spat on me like I'm some piece of shit, and screamed in my face that I'm never going to be anything in life, I still tried to be a better person.

I never cried because I learnt that crying is for the weak, and I shouldn't be weak. Living on the streets thought me how to be a strong person and I'm grateful for that. But I could never forget the amount of struggles I've had to go through to survive, sometimes I had to go without food for a week, and sometimes I had to sit in front of a shop, begging passers to give me a small amount of money or at least some food but I'd get kicked out every single time.

I missed my Mother, even though she didn't love me as much as I loved her, she still kept me safe. But she took her life, to finally be in peace and away from me and I can't blame her, The streets raised me to become like this.

"Babe? Are you okay?"

I snapped out of my thoughts, tearing my gaze away from the screen and to face a very confused looking Harry.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." I said, looking down.

Meeting Harry was so far the best thing that's ever happened to me, He was the first ever person to be kind and give me a hand. I remember he'd always come over to me and give me from his money or from whatever he owned. He gave me the key to his heart, and for the first time in forever i actually felt loved.

He said he loved me because I'm worthy of being loved, He convinced me that I'm good enough to be anything that I want, and it doesn't matter whatever I did in my past because it'll never effect my future if I make sure of it.

And after years of being treated like absolute shit, I was treated with kindness. I gained my confidence and my pride back, and I forgot all the people that made my past look like a nightmare.

And I'm here now, In the arm's of my saviour.

Harry styles.

"Thank you, Harry." I said all of a sudden, embracing him into a Bear hug. He looked taken back, But I could tell that he figured out what I was thinking about.

"No need to thank me babe, I just helped you open your eyes to see the world that's waiting up for you." He said, nuzzling his face into my neck.

And after all this He in fact did make me open my eyes, and I realised that even after I did all this dirt I did in my past, I still ain't dirty.

And I'm proud of myself for that,

Because even after getting addicted, smoking, selling drugs, disrespecting the people around me, being a trouble and a burden to my parents, almost getting cuffed and many more..

I'm still here.