Harry Styles Imagines

48 - Broken Hero (au)

BROKEN HERO

                                     Tossing and turning. Tossing and turning. It was so repetitive. For the love of everything I just couldn't get comfortable. Just me, in this giant bed of ours. With the great amount of blankets covering me, I was still so cold without his presence. Oh God, what have I done?

HOURS BEFORE

 "What the hell are you even talking about!?" I scream at Harry, infuriated that he would even make an accusation so ridiculous.

 We went to a bar just hours before and I ran into an old friend. We started talking then out of no where Harry comes up and punches him straight in the face. The boy I once knew back in high school had blood dripping from his nose. He collapsed to the floor, losing his balance from the impact.

 Before I could help him up, Harry very roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me out to our car. The ride home was silent but he knew right as we were to get inside our flat he was going to hear it.

 "You were practically flirting with him! Don't give me that bullshit that you guys are 'just friends'! I know what 'just friends' looks like and it sure as hell isn't that. So save it."

 "Harry do you even understand what you did? Are you aware of the fact that you punched him straight in the face when you didn't even know what was going on!? You could have broken his nose! Shit, you probably did! How could you have done something so reckless! He could sue! You could go to jail! Is that what you want!?"

 "He's not going to fucking sue, I will make sure of it. He won't see the light of day if he even gets the thought."

 "What happened to you!? What happened huh!? What happened to the sweet Harry I once knew? The one who wouldn't even kill a fly!? Did he just leave!? Because I like him better than the asshole in front of me!"

Shit.

 We both knew what would come next after saying that. I shouldn't have talked to him like that. I knew he was going to get angry but I did it anyway. I get scared at even the thought of talking to him that way, so what the hell possessed me to even say it?

 I knew what was coming after the words left my mouth so I ducked. He grabbed the nearest glass object and threw it right at me. I was lucky enough to miss it but a second too late I could have been knocked out of consciousness.

 Hearing the glass shatter around me, the tears couldn't contain themselves. Pouring and pouring. Crying as if I wouldn't see tomorrow. And yet, he just stared. No sorrow in his eyes. Nothing. Just watching me as I cried.

 Crying because I knew that the guy I knew before wasn't coming back, and if he did, he wouldn't stay long. Crying because I still loved him at that moment when I knew I shouldn't have. What was wrong with me? What happened to him? To us? Our love comes for a minute then leaves us for hours.

 "I'm leaving. I'll come back when I feel ready to. Clean up the glass and stop crying."

 Quietly but still loud enough for him to hear, I began to say something I knew would get to him, "Even angels have their wicked schemes, and you take that to new extremes, but you'll always be my hero even though you've lost your mind."

 I could see the pain in his eyes then. He didn't want to be like this. He regretted what he did. He regretted throwing the glass at me. He showed empathy. He showed emotion. Then what I thought was impossible, happened.

 A single tear fell from his sorrowful eyes. And that's when I knew he was coming back for good. The sweet boy was coming back to me. I just had to let him go for the meantime and he will find his way back.

 "I'll be back in a few hours." He managed to speak out.

 So here I was now. Lying in bed not being able to get the love of my life out of my mind. I heard the lock on our door come undone and I knew he was back. I pretended to be asleep when he walked through the door to our bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed next to me. Taking my body and engulfing my small frame

 "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Sorry for what I did to him, sorry for how I have been acting lately, sorry for hurting the love of my life, mentally and physically. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

 I knew he was crying. I could hear him sniffle. But I let him continue on for a few second longer before turning to him and looking at his face. He looked so broken. Looked so defeated. Like he was fighting a battle for so long and just now won. Won but still had fears of it coming back. His eyes were puffy, his voice was hoarse. His breathing was unsteady. In that moment I decided to act.

 "You are forgiven. Forgiven by me at least. I'm sorry for what I said as that wasn't acceptable on my part."

 "But baby, you were right. What happened to me? What have I done to you? To myself? To us? Why have I become such a monster?"

 I took his face into my hands and spoke, "You are no monster and you never were. You were having a rough time but I promise I will help you back to happiness. Back to you. I will help you everyday till you find yourself again. But baby please, please don't be afraid to talk to me when you need it because if you don't, then shit like this happens and then we both end up hurt. I want you to know I'm here for you but you need to be ready to open up to me."

 Now I was crying. We both were. He reached his hand lightly over my face and wiped the tears that streamed down.

 "I promise. I promise. This won't ever happen again. I will make it up to you," He let out a breath with tears still sliding down his cheeks and kissed my forehead, ""Thank you. You are the only person who would deal with me when I am in a state of fear, anger and darkness. What would I do without you? I love you so much."

 I wiped his face and kissed his lips. The kiss was full of need and apologies.

 "I love you too. Now lets get some sleep. I have been tossing and turning for hours."

 Harry pushed my body into his and I laid my head on his chest. We intertwined our legs and I wrapped my arms around his chest. He took the blankets and wrapped it around us.

 Before sleep completely took over me, I kissed his open chest and whispered "goodnight my hero." Only to hear Harry reply "goodnight my angel."

 And together, our heart beats slowed and our eyes closed. Drifting off into a wonderland full of the possibilities of our relationship and what could be.

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