Harry Styles Imagines

(20) - yelling

yelling part 1

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Little Meredith never liked yelling.

Especially when it was her father shouting. He had always been so sweet and it scared her that his personality had two sides.

Olivia married Harry, because she loved him. Though, she knew that all the sweet and caring moments they shared together, were not the only moments she had to witness.

When Harry was irritated, the first thing he did was isolate himself from the rest of the family. Something that hurt the others, but they knew that it was for their well being.
Usually, it was Olivia who tried to take the habit away from her husband.
The moments of loneliness were something he appreciated in times where he couldn't think straight and when he was disturbed, he wasn't himself anymore.

In a late Saturday afternoon, Harry got angry for the first time that month. His best friend, Niall, decided that it was funny stealing some cigarettes that he rarely smoked, yet it was something that made him lose his mind.

As he came home, Olivia and his daughter waited for him with a happy smile on their faces, that soon disappeared as Harry simply shook his head and ignored them.

Olivia picked up the little girl and walked in the kitchen to have dinner, knowing that Harry would've eaten once he calmed down.
Despite being familiar with the situation, little Meredith frowned as some tears clouded her eyes.
The pasta reached her mouth slowly and her water slowly disappeared in her tummy.
It was almost nine when Olivia wished her daughter sweet dreams.
The little girl waited for her mother to disappear downstairs, before she tiptoed towards the room she knew her father hid in.

Her stuffed hedgehog was held by one of her hands as the other knocked on the wood of the door.
No response. Yet she expected that reaction from him.

"Daddy?", nothing.
"I'll open the door, okay?", silence surrounded the corridor and with a deep breath, she walked inside.
The little girl's sight was clouded; not by tears this time, but by smoke.
The room seemed to be barely there, yet she spotted the piece pf furniture her dad sat on.

Harry chose to smoke the amount of cigarettes that Niall stole from him.
It was a lot; more than Harry would've smoked in a year.

He didn't know that with his actions, he hurt the people that loved him the most.

"I thought that we were clear. I don't want anybody in this room. Ever.", the little girl closed the door right when the words fell from his lips.
"But I l-love you. Mummy too. We're sad when y-you're like that-"
"I can't help it! Now, go in your room before I do something that I might regret, Meredith-"

"Smoking is bad! It hurts you!", tears started appearing again in her eyes at the sight of her dad like that.
"Meredith, go away. I don't want to repeat myself!"
"No! All you do is hide! I wanna be there for you like you are for me!"

The door opened for the second time, revealing Olivia and her concerned face. "Baby.", a little whisper escaped her lips.

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Welcome to a very late and short #Harry'sSunday! xx

Next chapter is going to be the continuation of this one! xx

Lots of love to you, I hope you liked it! xx

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Published the 11th of August 2019.