Harry Styles Imagines

(21) - yelling

yelling part 2

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(I listened to 'From The Dining Table', by Harry Styles, while writing and rereading this chapter. I think that it makes the situations and moments a little more delicate and also somewhat special. x)

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Olivia looked at the two with incredulous eyes. Harry was unrecognisable; his hair was messy and dirty. Little Meredith had tears in her eyes as she held her hedgehog with hope in her little heart.

The little girl hoped that there was something in Harry that would allow him to push his insecurities away; just for that moment, so that little Meredith could help his soul feel better.

Olivia didn't know what to expect from the situation, yet fear started settling in her chest when Harry stood up and angrily threw the cigarette on the expensive floor, before crushing it with his boot.
She thought that he acted like a drunk man, yet the man in front of her had never touched alcohol before.

"Daddy... Let m-me help you, please...", the little girl's free hand reached out for him; an action that was not expected by any of her parents.
Harry's action was even less expected by the people in the room; himself included.

The man's knees hit the dark floor and  a sob escaped his lips, the hand that Meredith extended was taken by his. His pink lips managing to repeatedly kiss it, while sobbing until his heart allowed him to.

The situation was extremely delicate - from Olivia's point of view - which is why she decided to just press her back against the door of the dark room, to take a look at how purity met an old, broken soul.

"I'm-I'm so sorry, baby. I'm s-sorry for being a shitty dad. I want to be e-enough, I swear! My anger- I can't control it. I-I'm sorry! So sorry.", the man that little Meredith thought was unbreakable, broke in front of her: his weakness. The little girl saw him at his lowest and he didn't feel ashamed.
He felt shame for hiding when all he needed to do was ask for help.

The little girl started caressing his soft hair with the hand that held her hedgehog, until Harry's breaths became steady. At some point, his face was pressed against her soft - lightly swollen - tummy he loved so much. And kisses were pressed on the soft body part. His daughter's giggles were the best song he had ever heard and Harry's smile at the sound, was Olivia's favourite view.

Harry didn't hide anymore. He chose to trust amazing people, he knew would never judge him.

So should you. Find somebody you trust, and share your problems and insecurities. PLEASE.

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Welcome to another chapter from #Harry'sSunday! xx

I hope you enjoyed today's chapter enough to give it a little star and a little comment! xx

I hope you don't mind me asking some questions! :)

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Questions Of The Day:

1.) What was your favourite part of the chapter?

2.) Would you have reached out like little Meredith did?

3.) Do you have a person that you trust with your secrets?

4.) What are your thoughts about Harry's breakdown?

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Thank you for patiently reading. xx

I love you,

belle. xx

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Published the 18th of August 2019.