Harry Styles Imagines

03 ~ "Wait...there's the cemetry."

~listen to 'River Flows In You' by Yiruma while reading. I really like that song and it's kind of sad so it fits. Any version of that song works, but that was the first I've found~

(Y/N)'s POV

Everything feels different. It will never be the same again. I've lost two of the most important people in my life within the blink of an eye. They got into a car accident a month ago. Police told me there was nothing the paramedics could have done to safe them. They died on impact. They're gone. My parents are gone. I'm not as happy as I used to be and if it weren't for Harry I probably would be depressed by now. But I'm not. Harry doesn't know about my lost. I never told him, because I didn't want him to worry about me. I didn't want to be a burden.

When my parents were still alive Harry and I often talked about moving in together, but we never agreed to something. I never really was able to let go of my parents. I don't exactly know why, but I just couldn't leave them. But now that they are...gone, everything's different.

The day my parents died will always be the worst day of my life. It feels like I'm responsible for their death. We had a huge fight. I said hurtful things, they said hurtful things and they both had enough. They said that they're going to leave for a couple of days just to clear their heads and spend some time together as married couple. Well, turns out they never returned. I left the next morning and went to Harry, but I didn't tell him what happened. I just told him that I'm ready to move in with him. And that's where I am now.

Harry's out with the boys, working at the studio. And I'm left alone once again. I don't blame Harry; he doesn't know anything. Another reason why I didn't want to tell him; I didn't want him to stay at home just because I'm sad and feel left alone. Harry should be home in about 30 minutes, means I have still enough time to do what I do every day. I call my parents. I know they're never going to answer again, but I still call them. I don't mind when Harry's home when I'm 'talking' to them, but I rather be alone. I always have a breakdown when I'm calling them and I don't need Harry to see that and question me afterwards.

"Hey, mom. I-I really miss you and...dad, too. I never really wanted to let you guys go, b-but now I have no-no other choice. I miss you like crazy and I-I want nothing more than to s-see you again. I don't know how I'm going to do it. You're not here anymore to t-tell me what to do, you're not here to give me advice when I need it and you won't be here to see me growing up. I-I know I'm being over dramatic, but st-stil. Why did you leave me? I didn't even get the chance to tell you how so-sorry I am. I am sorry-so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you a-and say these hurtful words. A-And I don't know what....what I should do. I have Harry and he-he's the best boyfriend in the world a-and he helps me very much, but I need you, guys. I need you s-so much. I just....." That's where I stop the call, my sobs getting too loud, my tears wetting my cheeks and my breathing getting too heavy.

I lock my phone and clench it tightly in my hands. My knees buckle and I sink down to the floor and bury my face in my hands. Loud sobs escape my lips and my whole body shakes. The tears don't stop falling and I wish for nothing more than for Harry to come home, hold me and tell me that everything's going to be all right again, even though he doesn't know what happened. And all of a sudden, I feel two muscular arms sneaking their way around my waist and pulling me against someone's chest.

"Shhhh, shh, shhh, love. It's alright, it's alright. I'm here, baby girl. I'm here, don't worry." Harry's deep and soothing voice rings in my ears, calming me down a little bit.

My back is still pressed against his chest as he presses a kiss to my temple. We sit there for another five minutes, my crying slowly dying down and Harry whispering soothing things in my ear.

"What happened, baby?" Harry asks once we are seated on the couch.

"Nothing, I just...." I trail off, not wanting to cry again. I've already cried enough in front of Harry.