"Baby, please... I hate hearing you cry when I can't be there..." he sighed softly, his voice sad on the other line. "I-I'm sorry..." you stuttered out, tears freely flowing as the messages of hate reflected in your eyes, "(Y/N), turn it off. Turn the computer off and just leave it. Please..." he begged. "I don't like it when you cry baby..." Not wanting to upset him anymore, you shut the computer screen and let out a shaky breath.. "Okay... Harry I'm so sorry for pulling you away, I just..." Harry cut you off with soft hushing. "I love you (Y/N). I'm glad you called, you don't have to ever apologize. You come first. Just put in a fun movie okay? And cuddle up with the sweater I left for you. No more social media until I can make this stop. Promise?" he cooed, his voice soft and husky. "I promise Harry... I love you too."
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences
FanfictionImagines and Preferences about the one and only Harold Styles as you may have worked out from the title oopsssssssssss Feel free to check out my other 5 books of one direction imagines and preferences ;p
