Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: y/n pushes harry away when she needs him most.
word count: 1.9k
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I never understood why parents lied to their kids, or why lovers would lie to each other. Maybe, I do now. No matter if it's right or wrong, all the person can think about is keeping the ones they love most safe. Safe from harm, safe from the ugly truth, whatever it is. They don't want to let those people know what they know. Even though it's hell for you, you don't want them to go through hell too.
As I sat there on the bathroom floor, I thought about those I love. I wasn't doing anything bad, I just didn't want to wallow in my bed anymore. So I chose the bathroom just in case I became sick. My mom left a long time ago, which I guess makes one less person to worry over me. I did have my dad, but cancer took him from my brother and I. I do have my brother, but he's living the best life he can across the world, away from me. He came to see me a lot more often until I decided it was better I pushed him away.
Most of my friends are around, even when I try to fight them. And most of all, I have Harry. Harry, the man who never lets me down. The man who actually comes to me when he needs help. The man who never fails to let me know how much he loves me. But when he tells me that he loves me, I still feel it isn't fair he got stuck with someone like me. No one knows how I feel, and I plan to keep it that way. It does get tiring to put on a show every day though.
As I sit there trying to wipe away my tears, I don't hear the front door open and close. I don't hear his footsteps walk down the hallway, and I sure don't hear him open the bathroom door until I see his feet standing beside me. He's quiet for a moment until he crouches down to eye level with me.
"Y/n. You want to tell me what's been going on lately?" He says in the most gentle, soothing voice ever, which makes me want to hide even further into myself. I wonder if he's happy he finally caught me.
"No. It's nothing, really," I say as I wipe the rest of my tears with the palms of my hands. Pushing my hands against the tile floor, I push up until I'm fully standing in front of his tall figure.
"Don't lie to me, please. I know something is wrong, you know all I ever want to do is help."
"Well, lucky for you, I don't need help. So let me through." His face scrunches up like it usually does when he's mad or annoyed, which I used to think was cute, but not so much in this moment. His arms cross and he stands like a wall in front of me.
"No."
"No? What makes you think you can hold me hostage? If I say I'm fine, I'm fine," I argue.
"You're not, and you know that too. You think you're hiding it from everyone, but not from me. I can see the difference between your happy self and-" he sighs, "not so happy self."
