We'll Never Go Out Of Style (harry styles imagines)

Little Things

Inspired by the song 'Little Things' from the album 'Take Me Home: Yearbook Edition'

You find Harry curled up on the bathroom floor, head in his hands.

"Harry? Baby?" You sit down next to him, pressing your back against the cold tiled wall. Instantly he leans over until his head is in your lap and you're stroking loving fingers through his hair. The telltale signs of bruising are starting to show on his cheek, looking unnervingly similar to a handprint.

"What happened?" You press a kiss to his forehead, but he says nothing. Instead, he starts to cry.

"I don't- I don't." he chokes out between sobs. "I don't want to be like him." The vulnerability that seems to ooze out of him is almost too much to bear.

"Hey," you whisper, turning his head so he's facing up at you. "Open your eyes, look at me, Harry." Those green eyes are full of sorrow and fury, maybe a little bit of regret. "You are not like him. You are not your father."

"How do you know?" He sniffles, the usually fearless man crumbling away into a young, frightened boy.

"I just know. You are every good thing about this world and I'll be damned if you don't realise." You press a kiss to both of his cheeks, kissing away his tears. 

"You have no idea how good you are. Those kids you play catch with outside our apartment for a few minutes after work, you make them smile so easily and I know that their home life isn't good. But you make them forget, if only for a moment. That old woman across the street, every single time you take your guitar over there and sing her an Elvis song, she remembers her husband and it's like you're bringing a part of him back to her. And me... You can make me feel better just by smiling at me. You always know just what to say and I love you for that. You have no idea just how good you are, Harry."

You look down at him, a few of your own tears dripping down onto his tear-stained cheeks. You place your lips on his and kiss him until you can hardly breathe.

"Don't you ever, ever think you are not good enough. I don't care what your father says, he is wrong in every single way. You are so loved, Harry. Did you know that?"

He slowly nods his head.

"Good."

The two of you sit there in silence, letting your tears dry. Harry sits up and kisses you, and as he pulls away, he whispers something that almost makes your heart burst.

"I'm going to marry you one day..."