Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

11.) Rumors

"Harry?" y/n whispered, wipping off the tears falling from her eyes.
Harry sat straight against the headboard, his body filling with worry. "Yes, darling? Everything alright?"
Y/n let out a silent cry, the thought of what happened earlier today killing her inside out. She knew she shouldn't have came here, this always happened. There was no break, no place to breathe around here.
"Can you pick me up?"
After the words falling freely from her lips, Harry instantly shoved the songs that lay on his legs onto the bed.
"Of course. Do you want to talk about it? Where are you?" Harry asked softly as he slipped on proper shoes
He was so scared to talk to her with too much of a loud voice, scared that it was enough to break her. She sounded to vulnerable. She sounded like sadness was completely eating her alive; like she had given up.
"I'll be at the entrance doors" she sobbed before hanging up.
She couldn't speak anymore. Everything in her was completely breaking down, and she had no idea if she was able to hang on anymore. It was getting worse and worse by day, being accused of having a threesome with two basketball players at a party.
She didn't even attend the party, she was with Harry for his birthday. It was just one big deal unfolding in school, and nobody had let it go.
Y/n slowly walked into the pouring rain, staring at the steps completely emotionless. Sliding her bag off her soulder, both her bag and her body fell onto the steps.
She had no feeling about anything anymore. She was completely numb at this point; not feeling anything at all anymore.
She knew if she kept coming here, this will completely kill her. She wanted to run away, run away from anything.
If only she had the strength.
She sat there, drowning in her thoughts until she saw a familiar car pull up to the school.
Picking up her bag from the steps, y/n slowly strided to her boyfriend's car, not looking up from her feet yet. She was too ashamed to have Harry look at her while she was in a state like this.
Opening the car door, she quickly sat down on the seat, slamming the door shut. Even now, she refused to look at him. She didn't want to talk about it. If she did, she would fall into a deep situation with herself.
Harry understood her silence, and drove slowly away from the school. Barely audible sniffles were made, and every single time he felt like she was going to break down, Harry made sure he checked on her.
Half way home, Harry noticed her breathing loudly. He knew she was over thinking everything, and he knew she was trying to make herself normal again. It wasn't until a couple minutes later he noticed she was mumbling something under her breath, something so quiet he had to block out everything around him.
"Keep it in."
"Keep it in."
"Keep it in."
"Keep all of it in."
He frowned, instantly pulling over on the side of the road. He turned to her, touching her shoulder gentley as he nearly cried at the sight of his girlfriend rocking back and forth in the seat.
"Baby. I'm here. I am right here." Harry whispered, grazing his finger tips along her shoulder.
Y/n finally looked at him, and seeing him there was enough for her to start screaming.
Harry instantly wrapped his arms around her, undoing her seatbelt so that he was able to lift her onto his lap.
She screamed into his chest, soaking the fabric of his shirt as tears rapidly fell down her face.
"I want it all to end! I want it to end!" Y/n screeched, punching his chest in agony.
Harry didn't mind.
"They all-they all think I'm-they all think I-"
"Hey hey, shh, breathe. Your throat will be burning if you keep screaming like this."
Y/n slowed her breathing, gripping onto his shirt tighter everytime she felt like screaming.
Harry never loosened his grip on her, always rubbing her back. He has never seen her like this before. Screaming, sobbing, vulnerable. It was shocking to him to see what his girlfriend's life was outside of what she's told him.
He slowly grabbed her face, gentley lifting her head so that he can understand her pain; feel it.
"What's got you like this?" Harry whispered, running the pads of his thumbs along her cheeks.
Y/n's lip quivered, but she quickly blinked her tears away.
His caring side made her feel comfortable.
"When I was out for your birthday, there was a party at Maxs' house. You know Max, I told you how fucked up he can be. But-but he told everybody that I had a threesome with him and his friends. He told everyone that I was seducing them purposely a-and that th-at I stripped for them. It's awful. E-everyone believes it too. Everyone hates me now, Harry, everyone." She sobbed, tucking her face in between his neck and shoulder.
Hiding into him was like hiding from the world.
Harry's jaw clenched, staring straight into the world with rage in his eyes. How dare someone say that about her? How dare someone make her look like someone she isn't? And the fact it was his girl made it worse.
Harry quickly planted a kiss on her neck, holding her tighter against him, as if it were possible.
"Nobody will fucking hurt you again, do you hear me? Never again."
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