••UPSET••Today can't get any worse. My alarm didn't go off in the morning. We ran out of milk so I couldn't eat cereals for breakfast. I was 20 minutes late for first period at school. I got detention because I was late. My math teacher gave me a shit load of homework. I failed the history test. I have to write a 20 pages essay about bees for biology. I came home at 5pm instead of 3:30pm because of detention. I didn't make dinner for Harry. I'm just upset and exhausted.
I jab the key into the keyhole and open the front door. I let my bag fall of my shoulder and put the keys on the table in the foyer. I let out a long sigh and take off my shoes, not bothering to put them away. Harry's nowhere downstairs so I guess he's upstairs. I trot up the stairs and I feel as if I'm going to fall face forward onto the floor. I walk into our bedroom to find Harry lying in bed, playing on his phone.
"I'm home." I announce flatly.
"Hey, (Y/N)." He locks his phone and smiles. "Where have you been? I was worried and you weren't-hey, what's wrong?" His eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern is written all over his face as he looks up at me.
I just sigh and lie down next to him. I lift his hands and put them around my neck, snuggling closer to him. Our legs entwine and I bury my face in the crock of his neck.
"I don't want to talk about it." I murmur.
He lets out a sigh and kisses my head.
"I want to know what's wrong so I can change it, baby." Harry tells me.
"It's just...everything goes wrong. The teachers were being pains in the ass, I got a shit load of homework, I got fucking detention because I was late, I got an F in the history test I told you about last week, I didn't make dinner for you and I'm just...I'm exhausted and I'm so sick of it. Everybody seems to hate me and life's just horrible." I tell him everything that's been bothering me. During my little confession I could feel my eyes tear up and now the tears are close to falling.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't say that." Harry whispers. "I don't hate you." He says softly. I let out a quiet laugh, which sounds more like a choked sob. Hot tears are running down my cheeks now.
"Don't cry now, baby girl. It's all right, it's all right." Harry tries to soothe me. He starts to rub small circles on my lower back and pulls me even closer to him. I keep quiet and focuse on his words and his steady heartbeat.
"We all have these days where everything seems to be horrible, but you don't need to put yourself down for it. It's not your fault that your teachers are being stupid lilttle fucks." He stops and takes a breath. "Nobody hates you and you know it. And even if they would hate you, I would still be here. I'd still be here and show you how much I love you." Harry whispers the last part and presses a kiss against my forehead.
"I love you so much and it literally hurts me to see you like this." He continues and places a finger under my chin, tilting my head up. "It hurts to see you being hurt and it hurts to see you cry. It breaks my heart in two every time." He sighs and places his warm hand on my cheek, wiping the tears away carefully.
"Thank you, Harry." I manage to say without my voice craking too bad. "Thank you so much for being here for me. Thanks for reminding me of those things. And thank you for loving me."
"No need to thank me, kitten." Harry smiles and presses his lips against mine. Our lips move in sync for about ten seconds before he pulls away. "Go to sleep, love. You deserve it." He demands and pulls me against his chest again. I snuggle against him and listen to his steady heartbeat once again. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and I want to drift off into a peaceful sleep so badly, but I want to make sure that Harry will stay. And as if reading my thoughts he whispers just that into my ear.
"Sleep, love. I'll be here the whole time, don't worry. I won't leave your side, angel. Just go to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up." He promises and kisses my head yet another time.
"I love you." I manage to mumble before I finally drift off into a deep slumber with Harry's arms wrapped around me.
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some shorter imagines, I guess.
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