Harry Styles Imagines

(51) - harry's mother

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One of the most anxious yet so exiting days was yet to be.

Olivia was finally going to meet Harry's adorable mum, after one year of their loving relationship.

"You'll be okay, I promise, baby.", Harry reassured her, reaching for the woman's hand and gave it a soft squeeze.

Olivia was beyond terrified.
Harry had been the only person she opened up to. The only person she trusted. And most importantly, the only person she'd die for.

Despite her boyfriend reassuring her, Olivia was afraid to not be accepted by Harry's family, because she couldn't give him everything he wished for.
Olivia couldn't buy him the car of his dreams, or the watch he'd always wanted.

But she gave him her heart and Harry always told her that her love couldn't compare to all of his crazy wishes.
Because that was what he had always wanted. To simply be loved. And she fullfilled his wish.

"I'm scared.", Olivia looked out of the window enjoying the little view of some snow decorating the short grass.

"You won't have to be, darling.", he pressed his lips together.

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Harry's Point Of View:

Half A Year Ago:

"Harry you know very well how I feel about the girls you bring home.", Anne looked at me with an unreadable expression as I hoped for her to change her mind.

"I'm already supporting Gemma with the sick boy she's with, Harry. He's about to die, anyway. A little bit of happiness is what he gets before the sadness that will fill in Gemma's heart. That's all I can give.", I shut my eyes as tears started making their way in eyes, and my chest started aching as the pain became slowly unbearable.

"Everybody should be given a chance, mum. I love her.", I walked closer to her as my mum shook her head in disgust.

"She's depressed. Mentally sick. It will affect you too, if you stay with her any longer, Harry. That's my last word."

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Harry knew that he was risking his relationship with his mum, and maybe even with Olivia.
But, he loved her with all of his heart and no matter what, he'd fight for the relationship he had with his queen.

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"Gemma!", the brown haired woman hugged her little brother, with a small smile on her lips.

"I missed you.", they whispered to each other, when suddendly Gemma's gaze shifted towards Olivia.

"You're the queen, Harry always talks about.", she went to hug her.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Gemma.", Olivia politely responded as the woman laughed at her seriousness.

"How's James?", Harry dared to ask slowly, and Gemma's giggle faded into a frown.

"He died last week. Cancer was too strong for his kind heart to take.", the words were trapped in their throats and at the same time, there was no need to talk or to add something.

"Harry, my child!", Anne made her appearance visible and embraced her baby into a warm hug.

"Oh and you-", Olivia extended her hand to shake, as she sensed that Anne wouldn't react like Gemma would.

"My name's Olivia, ma'am.", Anne's arms unwrapped themselves from around Harry's waist as she looked at the girl in front of her, with confusion in her soul.

Anne expected someone as bad looking as James; someone who looked as if they would fall apart if you touched them in the wrong way.

Olivia didn't look like the person in Anne's imagination, but still, she could feel the hatred towards her burn in her chest.

Anne didn't shake Olivia's hand - obviously confusion written across her face - while Harry took Olivia's cold hand in his and walked towards the light orange house in front of them.

"I apologize for her behaviour. She's tired and hasn't seen her baby in so long.", Harry lied as Olivia chuckled at his words, believing in them.

"I wanna see baby Harry's room.", Olivia said excitedly as he playfully rolled his eyes.
"Of course you want to. I'll show you-"

"Harry, baby.", Anne interrupted them, making their smiles slowly fade.

"I'd like to talk to you. In private.", she added with a small smile at the end.

"Olivia, baby, go upstairs. My room is the second one.", Harry kissed her soft lips and gave her hips a soft squeeze, before Olivia left the two alone.

"What is she doing here, Harry?", Anne asked quietly, leaning against the dark table.

"I told you mum, I love her. She's my everything and everything that I could wish for.", Harry's eyes filled up with tears, knowing that there was no way Anne would approve in any way.

"She's depressed.", she stated.
"I can cure her. Olivia and I can fight together, mum-"

"Until she's okay, Harold, you'll be affected too! For the love of God, Harry! How can your head be so thick after all the times I've told you that.", Anne's voice started rising and Harry's tears started falling down.

"I just wanted a mum that would understand me and accept me for the way I am.", he dried his tears and spoke.

"Mum, I don't need your blessing because I know that what I'm doing is right. I'll go look for Olivia-"

"How can you not understand Harry?! I don't want my son to be depressed! That's it.", she sighed exhausted and covered her face with her hands.

"Don't worry about me-", Harry turned around to leave and bumped into a teary eyed Olivia.

"Baby-", she wrapped her arms aroud his neck.
"Thank you so much Harry.", the girl sobbed.

"Nobody stood up for me like that.", and then his lips pressed agaist hers as Anne looked at the broken girl that was slowly mended by her son.

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Happy late #Harry'sSunday! :)
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I just wanted to express myself (it's really stupid, sorry), I wanted to ask what was wrong with the previous chapter.

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Published the 13th of January 2019.