Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You Comfort Him

"Harry, what's going on?" You said softly to Harry whose eyes were brimmed with frustration filled tears. He clenched his jaw trying to fight off the accumulating pain and anger building up inside of him but by the look in his eyes you could tell he was having a hard time. He remained silent and he continued to brush your words off but the things bringing him down weren't so easily brushed off, they were all he was thinking about. 

His usually wide inquisitive eyes that saw nothing but beautiful things in the world lost their beautiful gleam when his thoughts turned dark. From there his walls of mental protection would build up and become completely unbreakable no matter how hard you tried to chip away at the bricks. You wanted to help him when his thoughts turned gray but that was easier said than done.

"I'm here to help you out when things get hard Harry, please let me help you." You said softly to Harry who had flopped down on the bed with his face buried into the pillows; what he usually did when he wanted to cry but didn't want you to see.

"Go away," he snapped, his tone rougher than you expected. He didn't mean to snap at you but the hurt building up inside of him became too much so he lashed out. Tears were undoubtedly staining the white bed sheets and Harry's heavy heart was pulling him down to a level of sadness that you didn't know was possible.

You quietly climbed onto the bed, Harry wincing slightly at the feeling of the bed dipping in when you got on it but once you placed your hand on the back of his head he stopped fighting you.

Without uttering a single word Harry pulled his face out of the pillow and instead buried it in your chest. You stroked the back of his head as slow tears tell from his eyes.

Harry's periods of darkness were hard on him each time they stole small portions of his happiness from him but he always pulled through. His radiant and beautiful smile would always peel back the darkness that would cover his lively and beautiful thoughts. 

"Thank you," Harry croaked out hoarsely. You remained silent as you tightened your grip around his body and he continued to cry into your shoulder. Harry placed his hand on top of your hand as if to tell you that he was thankful that you didn't leave him alone.

"You're such a strong person Harry, don't let them bring you down." You leaned down to whisper into his ear. He squeezed your hand tightly and the room soon filled with silence until the two of you fell asleep holding one another.