Harry Styles Imagines <3

//Hate//

Sad/cute

**triggering material**

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"Harrrrryyyy." I complain onto the phone.

"Kattttyyyy." He mocks me.

"Don't mock me asshole." I joke with him.

"Fine." I can tell he is smiling. "I will be back soon, love you."

"Love you too." I hang up. ugh. I flop back on the bed, it's so boring here without him. I decide to check my twitter.

@KatyHarrison You are a f*cking slut, go kill yourself you worthless piece of sh*t.

@KatyHarrison Harry doesn't love you, fat ugly b*tch

@KatyHarrison Go to hell

Thousands of mean tweets like those. And the tears stream down my face. (I had to haha). Why do they hate me so much? What did I ever do wrong?

I walk to the closet, and pull out the box I haven't opened in months.

There it is, shiny silver blades. Sharp, begging to relieve my pain by causing more. Strange isn't it? How something that hurts us physically can make us forget all our emotional problems for a second, make them seem more manageable.

I slide the blade across my skin, re opening some of the healed cuts. I was nine months clean. I hadn't cut since the day I met Harry. He saved my life, literally.

The blood seeps through my skin onto the towel, staining the bright white material. What an uncanny similarity to my life at the moment.

I cut myself a few more times, before cleaning the blade and placing it back in the box, back in the closet. I hide the towel after cleaning the cuts. Finally, I put on a jumper. Harry can't know. He just can't.

Two minutes later there is the sound of a key in the door.

"Katy, I'm home baby." He calls up the stairs when he opens the door.

"Hey." I shout back down. I hear him coming up the stairs. There is nothing wrong. I must convince him there is nothing wrong.

"How was your day?" He asks, kissing me softly on the forehead and sitting down next to me, holding my hands in his.

"Boring, how was yours?" I ask.

"It was okay, we finished recording the album." He looks really exited.

"Yay." I smile.

"Are you okay love?" Shit.

"Yeh, I'm fine, why?" I try to act innocent, but I can tell it isn't fooling him.

"You seem kind of sad." He leans his face close to mine. "You can tell me anything." He whispers.

"It's nothing Harry." I shrug, reaching up to push his hair that has fallen across his forehead. As I do that, my sleeve falls down slightly.

"Katy." He grabs my arm. I try to pull away, but he is too strong. "What is this?"

"I-" I begin, but burst out crying.

"It's ok baby." He wraps his arms around me and holds me whilst I cry. "Ssh, don't cry love."

**Harrys P.O.V**

I love my job, but I hate it at the same time. Long days at the studio that I would rather spend with my beautiful girl.

"Katy, I'm home baby." I shout when I finally get back home.

"Hey." She shouts back. She sounds, I don't know, off. I walk up the stairs to find her siting on the bed.

"How was your day?" I ask, has she been crying?

"Boring, how was yours?" There is defiantly something wrong, I can tell.

"It was okay, we finished recording the album." I try to look exited, but I really want to know what the matter is with Katy.

"Yay." She smiles, but I can see right through it.

"Are you okay love?"

"Yes, I'm fine, why?" No your not fine, I can tell.

"You seem kind of sad."

"It's nothing Harry." She shrugs it off, and goes to brush my hair off my forehead, but her sleeve slips down slightly. My heart begins to break at the sight of fresh cuts on her skin.

"Katy, what is this." I take her arm, she tries to pull away, but Im too strong.

"I-" She begins, then bursts out crying. It pains me to see her like this. Her beautiful face scrunched up as tears fall from her bright blue eyes, which have, in this moment, lost their sparkle.

"It okay baby." I wrap my arms around her, holding her as tight as possible. "Ssh, don't cry love." My heart aches for the girl who is usually so strong, crippled in front of me.

**Katy's P.O.V**

"I'm s-sorry." I say after a few minutes.

"It's okay baby."

"I got your t-shirt wet." I give a weak laugh, and he chuckles lightly.

"Like I care. Now, are you going to tell me why?" He asks, and there is no way I would keep it from him now.

"It's just, all the hate, I couldn't take it anymore." I tremble slightly, but refuse to cry again.

"Oh baby. Don't listen to them. If they hate you then they are either blind or stupid. You are the most beautiful, kind, intelligent, lovely person I have ever had the pleasure to meet. They are just jealous. Okay?"

"Okay" I mumble.

**Six years later**

"Mommy look." My three year old daughter runs up to me, holding out a flower.

"That's beautiful Layla." I say to her.

"Almost as beautiful as my two girls." Harry comes over, pinching Layla's cheek and kissing me softly on the lips.

"Ewwwww." Layla says, covering her eyes and running off, back over to the flowers.

"And how are you doing in there?" Harry asks, bending down and kissing my stomach. I laugh at my stupid husband. "Don't laugh at me." He smiles, getting back up and kissing me again. He takes my arm, and kisses all the scars. He does that all the time, but I love it. I love him, so so much

"I love you Harry."

"I love you too Katy."

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Okay, so this one was kind of long, sorry about that!!

Just a quick message for anyone who self harms:
I know it may seem like the best/only option at the time, but trust me, it's not. Everyone is beautiful in their own way, and everyone will eventually have someone who loves them as much as Harry loves Katy in this story. So don't ever give up. If you ever feel like no one loves you, don't, cause every other directioner (including me!) loves you, and don't ever forget that!!!