Harry Styles Imagines

He Comforts You (Harry's P.O.V.)

I anxiously wait in the back of a foul smelling cab. The traffic isn't moving. Is traffic always this slow? It's never been this slow before.

It's been 21 minutes since the phone call.

I replay her words in my head continuously.

'Harry, can you please come home? I need you.'

She was crying. Not just a few trickles of water, but a flood of tears.

(Y/N) isn't much of a cryer. She doesn't cry at weddings. She doesn't cry watching sad movies. But she was crying.

I get out of the cab and toss a 100 at the driver.

He shouts some curse words at me, but I don't care. I don't have time for this, something is wrong.

I begin running down the street, pushing pedestrians out of my way. I only have 5 blocks to run, but I find myself fighting for breath as I finally reach my destination.

I walk into our flat and find (Y/N) curled up on the couch, crying.

She doesn't acknowledge my presence until I shake her out if the trance she is in.

She stands up and collapses into my arms, her sobs growing louder.

"What happened love?"

She attempts to gather herself before replying.

"I....my.....she's...dead, Harry."

"Who's dead, (Y/N)?" I ask, wiping away her tears as they rapidly fall.

"My mum." She says through her sobs.

It takes me a moment to process the information. That's not possible. I just saw her a few days ago and she was perfectly healthy.

"How?" I question.

"Car crash." She mumbles.

She looks as if she's going to be sick. I squeeze her as tight as I can without hurting her. Her body shakes as she screams into my chest.

Tears of my own begin to stream down my cheeks.

This isn't happening. It isn't possible. She lost her dad 3 years ago, she can't be losing her mom too.

"My family is dead. I'm all alone." She struggles to say.

"I'll be you're family now." I whisper into her ear.