Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

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"Can she even hear H sing?"

"Must be embarrassing to go around with her and have to have everyone repeat themselves."

"I bet he hates taking her to his Gucci events, she probably annoys everyone there."

"How can he stand to be around her? Those hearing aids are a big no from me."

"Why does she even go on tour with him if she can't hear a single thing he's singing?"

"Why would he wanna be with someone like that?"

"He could do so much better, get someone that could, you know, actually hear him?"

You had never been this ashamed of your hearing aid before, never really had a reason to be. It was just something that was a part of you, as common with you as the nose that's on your face. But once you started going out with Harry, letting that paparazzi catch sight of the two of you, the world was quickly made aware of the fact that Harry Styles was dating a girl that couldn't even hear him.

You could definitely hear him, that being the whole reason that you wore a hearing aid, so that you could hear better. But it wasn't even the fact that people made fun of you for not being able to hear him, it was more so the comments that say you shouldn't be with him, or that he deserves better.

You had been receiving comments like this on your pictures, and even reading some of the comments on the pictures that Harry posted, for almost three months. You hadn't told Harry, thinking that his fans would just get used to it, that they would eventually leave you alone.

You also hadn't told him because you knew how much he valued his fans, and you didn't want to do anything to dampen his adoration for them, even in the slightest.

So, you did the next logical thing, you stopped wearing them. You stopped getting up in the morning and slipping them in once you finished your shower. You stopped wearing them out to parties and red carpet events. You even stopped wearing them when you went over to Anne's house.

He hadn't really noticed, seeing as you refused to ask him, or anyone, to repeat what had just been said, until you were at dinner with Anne and Gemma. You hadn't wanted to be the annoying girl that everyone thought you were, so if someone said something that you couldn't hear perfectly, you just nodded along.

When you were at dinner, though, Anne had asked something and you hadn't heard it at all, you just continued eating, oblivious to the fact that a question had been directed at you.

Harry nudged your side and you looked up at him, confused as to what he needed.

"Mum asked you a question." He said, pointing over at Anne.

"Oh, what was it?" You ask.

She repeats herself, but you can't make out the words. You try so hard to, not wanting to look like a fool in front of her, the woman that you see as your mother. But you can't understand what she's asking.

You refuse to request for her to repeat herself, so you just stare at her blankly, feeling the panic rise in your chest. Harry looks over at you, confusion in his features, until he understands. His eyes widen and he excuses both of you from the table.

He gets close enough to you and speaks at the volume he knows that you need to be able to hear without your hearing aids and asks, "Why aren't you wearing it?"

You pretend not to know what he;s talking about, cocking your head and giving him a raised brow in question.

"Where's your hearing aid, love?" He asks, specifying, although he knows that you didn't have a doubt in your mind what he was talking about.

"It's at home." You mumble, not really wanting to have this conversation at his mother's house.

He can sense your reluctance, so he excuses himself, telling you to stay put. After a few moments, he comes back with your jacket and his keys and informs you that he told Anne and Gemma that you weren't feeling well and that the both of you were going to head home.

The car ride is silent, him not saying a word and you being too scared to start the conversation, not wanting to have to explain to him why you preferred not to wear the device now, when you've always been fine with it.

He has other plans, however, walking to the room taht the two of you shared and retrieving your hearing aid from the drawer he knows it's kept in when not in use.

He comes back to the living room, handing the case with the device inside and waiting patiently for you to slip it in your ear and turn it on.

"Why didn't you have it in?" He asks almost as soon as the hearing aid is on.

"I dunno." You lie, really, really, not wanting him to hear about the things that you read.

"Baby, please don't lie to me. What's going on?" He all but pleads, coming closer and cupping your face with his hands. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

You can feel the tears welling up, and you hate that you hadn't told him sooner. Hated that you made him worry so much. "It's nothing, H. Just read some comments, and started questioning why you're with me if I can't even hear the things that you have to say."

"Baby, I love you. So much. You do hear what I have to say. And it's not just that. You don't just hear what I say, you listen. Just ignore them, lovie. They're always going to find something to talk bad about, but their opinion doesn't matter, because no matter what, you're the love of my life. Whether you have hearing aids or not, I love you because you're you."

The tears had begun to fall and he quickly brushed them away with the pad of his thumb, "Don't ever feel less of yourself because of something that's a part of you, okay? And if things ever get this bad again, please tell me, alright?"

"Yeah." You mumble, leaning into the palm that's still pressed against your face.

"Promise?" He asks.

"Promise." With that, he smiles and leads you down the hall and into the bedroom, plopping down on the bed and dragging you with him.

You remove your hearing aid once again, but this time, it's different. You're just taking it out to sleep, not for good. Because, now you know, that no matter what anyone says to you, Harry loves every part of you, even the hearing aids.

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Here's this!! 

If you wear hearing aids or have anything similar to this, just know that you are loved and you are no less just because of something that you need to help you <33