Harry Styles Imagines

(50) - harry

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"Good morning sunshine.", sang Olivia as their front door opened, revealing a sweaty Harry.

"Good-", he breathed hardly.
"Morning.", Harry finished, trying to let a smile make its way on his lips - but miserably failed.

Olivia came closer to him and cupped his soft cheeks, that started losing - strangely enough - their shape.

"Why are you making this so hard for yourself, baby. A run should simply help you clear your head not make you think about how hard it is.", Olivia sighed as he tried to get away from her arms.

"I have to...", the words left his lips easily and sadly, as he distanced himself from the person that loved him.

"Harry...", Olivia sighed following him.
"Olivia please... It's already hard enough.", he made his way towards their bedroom.

"You are not eating. You're overworking. What once was a simple work out, became hell that has no end!"

"It's my body!", Harry took out from the wardrobe a pair of black underwear.

"But you are my Harry...", she whispered sadly and Harry's motions slowly stopped.

"Your cheeks are not full anymore. All you eat is fruit.", the distance between them grew smaller after each step she took.

"You stopped eating the cakes that I know you love. The runs became more frequent and longer... Y-Your skin is so pale, Harry a-and your b-body...", the words started getting harder to get out.

"Y-You're so skinny H-Harry a-and I hate m-myself for that.", the sentence managed to get out and afterwards, her arms were wrapped around his small body and his around hers.

"I'm s-sorry.", Harry sobbed.
"I just wanna know the reason you did it to yourself...", Olivia whispered and Harry broke the hug, telling her to sit on their bed.

"Tell me, baby...", Olivia had to be strong for the words she was going to hear from him.
"T-The pressure. I-I-", a sob left his lips as he craved for her arms around him.

So she hugged him.

"T-They told me I-I was not e-enough.", Olivia's heart broke.

"C-Could you lift up y-your shirt baby? For me? I'm not g-going to judge you.", Harry's eyes pleaded along with his heart while his brain did what felt right.

Harry let Olivia lift up his shirt and his eyes didn't dare to meet hers as she sat speechless at the unrecognizable body in front of her.

She let it fall on his torso and motioned Harry to lay down.
He hesitantly did.

"I love you Harry.", she told him as his eyes started filling up with clear and salty tears.

"I know it's hard, but you have to ignore the brainless people, okay? I won't let them ruin you again.", Olivia whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek and two fingers played with his curly hair.

"You're my baby, Harry. When they hurt you, it's like they're stabbing me-", said Olivia sadly.

"Together we're going to recover. Slowly, together.", a kiss sealed his promise.

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Welcome to a new #Harry'sSaturday and a massive thank you for the 15.7k reads!

In today's chapter I wanted to show you that, also boys can have different insecurities, which can slowly turn in something more dangerous and fragile.

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Published the 25th of November 2018.