Harry Styles Imagines

13 ~ Afraid

••AFRAID••

••PERSONAL IMAGINE••

"I'm so sorry, Miranda." Harry's voice is quiet and laced with concern as he rubs small circles on my back.

"It's not your fault." I sniffle and lean my head against his shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" He questions and pulls me closer against his side.

"Stupid." I tell him, my voice lacking any emotion.

He sighs and his lips press against my temple.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks carefully.

"Why are all boys so fucking assholes?" I ask rhetorically.

"Hey." I can literally hear the pout in his voice.

"You know what I mean." I sigh and turn my head to look up at him. "I know you're not one of them." I weakly smile, despite the emptiness I'm feeling right now. "You're my Haz."

"I'm your Haz." He repeats in a whisper, his eyes holding an unfamiliar emotion.

"I told him I'm not ready yet and what did he do? He yelled at me and broke it off." I look down. "Just like always."

"Miran-"

"No." I cut him off sharply. "I've had 3 boyfriends. Okay, 3. And all of them were the same. All of them wanted one thing and one thing only." I run my hand through my hair. "Am I not worth it? Don't I deserve a normal relationship?" I rather question myself than him.

"Of course, baby. Of course you're worth it." Harry murmurs and his lips press into my hair. He starts to rock the both of us gently from side to side, trying his best to comfort me.

"It doesn't matter." I continue with a scowl on my face. "This boys were fucking idiots." I mutter and cross my arms over my chest.

I know that I can tell Harry anything and he'll be here to listen to me, because that's what best friends are here for, but I rather hide in a dark corner and don't talk about how I'm feeling than to spill my heart out to him. I'm not good with opening up to people -I admit it- but I'm able to deal with my problems on my own. Harry wants to be here and I appreciate it, but I don't need him. At least, I don't want to need him. And even if I would need him I wouldn't admit it to him, because I wouldn't even be able to admit it to myself. Sometimes it's good to have someone to talk to, but I've already bothered Harry enough. It's the 3rd time that I come running to him after a heartbreak and I don't want to annoy him with my fucked up love life. Just because I kind of don't care about my feelings doesn't mean I don't care about Harry's feelings.

"Thanks for listening, Harry. I'm gonna go now." I say with a cold voice, my eyes distant, staring straight ahead. I try to wiggle out of his embrace, but he just tightens his grip.

"No." He says softly and buries his face in the crook of my neck.

"Yes." I argue, my tone still cold.

Harry presses a kiss against my neck and a shiver runs down my spine. My skin tingles and goosebumps cover my whole body. This feeling is unfamiliar.

"I'm here for you." His voice is quiet and muffled by my hair. "We'll talk about it now." He tells me and pulls back to look at me. I continue to look straight ahead and Harry doesn't do anything to change that.

"How are you feeling right now?" Harry asks and the pad of his thumb rubs small circles on my knee.

"Nothing."