Harry Styles Imagines

you & i - part two*

As soon as you heard the front door shut you broke down in to heavy sobs. You felt like you couldn't even breathe with the strength of your crying. You pulled your hands up to cover your face as your cried. Cried. And cried.

You heard Luna rush in to the room and scoop you in her arms for a hug. You knew she meant well, but her hug wasn't comforting right now. She didn't say anything to you, but it's not like she knew what to say anyways. You weren't meant to be hugged. You didn't have anything else to give. You felt numb.

You were kept in Luna's embrace, whilst you continually sobbed, for 20 minutes. Her hand running up and down your back to attempt to calm you down.

"Y/N?" You nodded your head for her to continue. "You'll be okay. I promise." She tried to assure you, but you weren't sure she could ever be right. "I need to go have a shower, and I think you should too. Then let's get you to bed. Okay?" She continued to comfort you.

"Sure." You responded. She gave you one tight last squeeze before pulling herself off the couch and out of the room. You were left alone again. How you should be.

Sitting alone with your thoughts made you realise there really wasn't anything left for you. The one person who had truly meant more than, quite literally, anything had left, because you couldn't be enough. And you never were going to be. Your mind ran over the thoughts that you could easily pick up a razor and get the job done with. But was that also being selfish? You didn't have any parents, grandparents, cousins, or basically anyone, other than Luna, left. It wasn't like your lack of presence would make an indent to the sadness of the world.

You threw off the blanket, that was drowning you, and walked in to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of ice-cold water. You started to drink it and caught sight of a blunt-ish knife on the kitchen side. You picked it up, replacing your glass of water, and twizzled it around in your hand. You weren't thinking straight. You knew that. So you placed the knife openly on the kitchen side, staring at it, going over all the if's and but's circling through your head.

As your mind was racing there was another knock at the door. A more urgent sounding one than last time. Seeing as you could hear the shower water running, you knew Luna wouldn't be answering the door. So you wiped your tear stained eyes and made your way to the door.

Slowly pulling it open to be met with the one man that was, not only your heartbreaker, but also your cure. "Har-" You barely started, before he had grabbed both of your cheeks firmly and brought your lips to his, roughly. You were stunned, at first, but that feeling subsided quickly and was replaced by passion, and love. The kiss was fierce, but beautiful. There was a sense of urgency about the kiss.

He walked you back so you were pressed up, back, against a wall. Your fingers got lost in the tangles of his hair, whilst his cupped your cheeks and the back of your neck. He was so desperate to be near you. Close to you. Your lips moulded together in sweet bliss. A feeling that radiated so much happiness and joy, it could make a rainy day less miserable.

He slowly pulled away from you and rested his forehead on yours, so you were impossibly close to one another. His eyes fixated on yours, as yours were on his. Both of your breathing patterns were erratic due to the kiss making you lose all control.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered after licking his lips lightly.

"Don't be. You have nothing to apologise for." Which was true.

"I do Y/N. I fucking left you. I fucking left." Harry's voice breaking.

"That's okay Harry."