Imagines 2.0

y/n starts to believe harry cares

tw: mentions of a car wreck, curse words. // wc: 1036

People say that death is the worst thing that can happen to a person. But harry dis-agrees. Being kept from death, being kept alive. Having to suffer through it, can be worse than death. Because at least when you die, you aren't suffering anymore.

"If yeh don't want me t' sleep in here tha's pe'fectly fine." Harry states. Walking in their shared bedroom. Y/n pulled back the sheets and the duvet on their bed and crawled in. She shook her head and patted the spot next to her, "No, you can sleep here."

Harry nodded and walked into his closet to change clothes, trading his black jeans in for a grey pair of sweatpants. He decided not to wear a tee shirt, since he knows that y/n and him both are living furnaces.

He slips underneath the covers, and reaches over to put out the bedside lamp. Y/n stops him by putting her hand on his chest, "Don't- i uh. i like to sleep with it on." He nods his head and mutters an 'okay.'

He closes his eyes and tries to sleep- but he cant. He's never slept with the lights on, always in pitch black. He opens his eyes and huffs a little, turning his head to see if she was asleep, then maybe he could turn them off.

But there she was, staring back at him, wide awake. "What?" she asks, shifting her shoulders a little. "When did yeh start sleepin' with the lights on?" He asked, his voice a little deeper and quieter. "Ever since the wreck. I got so used to sleeping with he lights on at the hospital, it felt weird sleeping in the dark. So when you go to sleep, i just turn my lamp back on."

He studies her face. he studies how she didn't make eye contact with him when she talked about the wreck. She took a deep breath before and after she talked, she closed her eyes at the start, and slowly opened them when she finished.

"How come yeh n'ver told m'bout it?" He asked, his head now resting on the palm of his hand. "Bout' what?" Harry huffed a little (he was very good at doing that.) "Bout' the ni'tmares, the panic attacks, all o'that." She lies flat on her back, staring up at the grey colored ceiling, watching the fan spin around and around.

"Yeh can tell me now, petal. Yeh can tell m' anythin'." He sets his other hand on her chest, and she grabs it with hers, lacing her smaller fingers with his larger ones. Her heart fluttered at the mention of her pet name, petal.

She hadn't been called that in so long, she almost forgot what it sounded like coming off of his lips. It sounded poetic. Sure, whenever he would call her 'pet' it sounded nice, and 'lovie' was good too, but nothing did justice to the way he called her 'petal'

"You know when, you're in an elevator and it stops, but the door doest open for a few seconds?" Harry nods his head, looking down at her as she stares up. "Thats what it felt like. I was stuck, in the elevator. I kept waiting for the door to open, and it wouldn't.

I kept looking around for anybody, but the more i turned my head the more it hurt. So i just laid there, hoping and praying to God that someone noticed me. And that they would have the mindset to call for help." She took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes, not wanting at all to start crying.

"Thankfully someone did. But all i could think about was you." She looked up at him, and he was a little confused. "Me?" she nodded her head and looked down at harry's hand, her initials tattooed next to his cross. "Yeah, i was thankful that you weren't in the car with me. Cause i would have died if you were in there with me. I would never forgive myself if you were there, next to me in the passenger seat."

Harry still couldn't believe how humble she was, even after going through so much trauma, she still put others first. But that is what she vowed after all, to always put harry before her. To put harry before herself. If he needs something she was prepared to give it. Even if it meant she had to die, she was willing to do it.

"I dunno wha' i woulda' done if i had lost yeh." He confessed, bringing up her hand to kiss her knuckles. She snuggles up next to Harry, and he has his arm wrapped around her making her feel snug.

Harry traced lines on her shoulder, and it put y/n in a peaceful trance. He hummed to her, just random tunes that he had in his head. "I like that." he smiled, "Thought of it yes'teday mornin'." She closed her eyes, and let herself relax for the first time in weeks.

Harry adjusts so they are face to face. His nose brushes against hers, and he see's the faded bruise around her eyebrow. He frowns at the thought of loosing her. But he wants to cry at the thought of her suffering. Of her being kept alive in a glass jar. Being able to see everyone living their happy lives, while she is stuck, suffering.

"Quit worrying about me, H." She mutters, and puckers her lips and kisses him lazily. He wants to just kiss her violently, because its been so long. So long since they've held each other. So long since they've been this close, since they've been talked about anything other than what they want for dinner.

"I cant help it, yeh're m'wife. yeh're m'favorite person in the whole world. All i do is worry about my petal." He kissed her lips, and then her forehead. She wrapped her arms around his middle, wanting to be as close to him as possible. "Please don't leave me." she choked out, and harry slipped out a few tears and he sniffled, "wouldn't even think bout' it. You'd hav't kill me to get me to leave yeh."