Harry Styles Imagines

♡Mobbed♡

Harry had just got back from England.

He had been there for his grandmother's funeral, and had just got back to LA at 8 that evening.

He didn't want me coming with him, since I was pregnant with our first child. I was apparently vulnerable because I could get pushed and whatever else. So I stayed home to protect the baby.

I didn't want to distract Harry with all my pregnancy issues, while he was supposed to be mourning the loss of his grandmother, so I would stay in LA with the rest of the boys looking after me.

I was currently sitting on the couch watching tv, when the door opened with a bang, and Harry came running in. He dropped his bags with force and ran straight into my arms.

He laid his head into my neck and stayed there for a minute until I pulled off his sunglasses, and he looked up at me.

I gasped at the sight of his red eyes and the tears running down his face.

"Oh sweetheart. She's in a better place now. She told me every time I saw her how proud of you she really was. I promise it will get better." I said looking lovingly at him while wiping away the tears under his eyes.

"Its not that. I love my grandma to death, BUT ITS JUST...... NOT THAT." I jumped back a little bit, not understanding what was happening. I shuffled over to the couch with Harry still in my arms, placing his glasses on the coffee table, and laying down with him on top of me lightly stroking his hair while he crossed his arms over my abdomen and layed his head on them while looking up at me.

"What is it then?" I said still a bit shocked and confused.

"I got mobbed at the airport today. Mobbed. After the day my grandma died. The fans had the nerve to try and take pictures and I clearly wanted to be anywhere but there."

He had tears running down his face again and I had no clue what to say at that point. I stared at him for a little bit longer before bending down and kissing his lips softly, brushing the tears away and then standing up to grab the laptop on the kitchen bench in the kitchen.

I came back to the couch across from Harry not wanting to relive the ovbiously heartbreaking experience. I typed in 'Harry Styles' and clicked on the first link to pop up. When everything finished loading I clicked on the video (shown in the side bart or at the top).

As the video was half way through, I slammed the screen of the laptop down while the tears cascaded down my cheeks. I looked towards the couch in which Harry was previously seated to come to realise he wasn't there anymore. Not a moment after this revelation, a pair of warm hands wrapped around my stomach where they came to rest.

I looked up at him while he wiped away the tears. Seeing the tears still running down his own cheeks was heartbreaking.

I slid my phone out from the pocket in my jumper and opened the twittter app while Harry's head was tucked into my neck. My jumper was getting damper the longer it took for me to type out the tweet.

@Y/T/N: @Harry_Styles got mobbed tonight right after coming back from his grandmothers funeral.

@Y/T/N: Seeing him crying like this is killing me and everyone pushing and shoving him while he was clearly trying to get away is horrendous.

@Y/T/N: You are not true fans.

I retweeted some tweets saying pretty much the same thing from actual fans......True Directioners and then put my phone away.

I moved Harry's head away from my neck and towards my lips. I kissed them for a small moment before pulling him into bed with me. As he lay there eyes closed and his breathing steady,

I whispered.

"You are never as alone as you may feel."

Before drifting to sleep myself.

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I couldn't think of a good ending but here it is.

xoxo

Victoria