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: Harry is always there for Y/N, even if she doesn't ask for his help (depressed!Reader)
word count: 3k
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The room was dark and reeked badly, as if somebody had forgotten to open the window for a whole week, while empty dishes and half-eaten food were scattered around everywhere, next to used tissues and a dozen different clothes. If anybody would've walked into the room they'd be certain that nobody lived in there, but if they'd take a closer look, they could see the almost lifeless body underneath the thick blankets moving slightly whenever the person had to breathe.
It had been a week, or maybe longer since Y/N actually went outside or had taken care of herself, mentally and physically.
Her hair was a mess, that resembled a bird's nest and it had gotten past the point where she'd be able to untangle the many knots.
Her clothes had various stains in different colors on them, from the food she'd ordered within the last few days.
And the worst; she was too tired to be herself, or the persona she put on, so people wouldn't question her sorrowful antics daily.
At that moment she really didn't care for the tears that had dried on her face, leaving a sticky feeling and red, puffy eyes behind to remind her of what she'd been doing, instead of going to work. Her body was tired as she laid on her side, clutching her phone close to her and stared at the small phone screen that seemed to be the only source of light illuminating her face.
Even though she'd been on her phone, something inside of her didn't let her reply to any texts she had gotten. Y/N truly wanted to pick the phone up, call her friends or text them back, to reassure them that she was alright but she was done lying, and showing her emotions was always hard for her. Whenever she'd think of that, her hands immediately gripped the blanket tighter around her fist, as a method to release her frustration with herself. She tried so hard not to be like this, yet, somehow there are moments when she didn't succeed.
But she guessed she could've been worse, knowing she, at least, had enough motivation left inside of her, to call her boss and make sure she wouldn't fire her. And Y/N decided to call it a success, considering she wouldn't –more likely couldn't– do anything else. Even ordering food was a hard task, considering she could never finish the dish as her appetite seemed to be gone whenever she'd pick the fork up to eat.
Her body was protesting whenever she wanted to get up and the small trip, to open the door for one of the many delivery guys, was too hard on her. Her limbs ached, and Y/N didn't know if it was from her lack of moving or from the pain her chest radiated that affected her other organs and the rest of her body. Even Though she was familiar with having bad days, she never got used to them, just learned how to hide her true feelings and mask them behind a smile. But sometimes it gets hard to fake things.
