One Direction Imagines

Bravest individual (Harry Styles)

Some people in this world carry burdens. I myself carry a one that makes me break down from time to time. No one knows it and I put a smile on my face everyday and carry it. The weight can sometimes feel like a feather. Other days it hits me like a ton of bricks and makes my knees shake.

I push through and try to keep moving. No one notices my pain and I play it off as over exhaustion. Everyone believes me. Only Harry has made me falter.

He never says a thing after I say I’m fine. Sometimes he doesn’t even ask how I am. He just wraps me up in a hug no questions asked. I need those hugs. They make me feel less lonely. They rejuvenate me but still make me feel like I’m not caving.

One day Harry was absent and it was a bad day. It was rainy but I didn’t want to face my mother so I decided to walk home. 

My trek was a long one across town and as I made my way footsteps seemed echo from no where until Harry appeared next to me, umbrella in hand. 

He was silent. Chocolate curls plastered to his head, eyes as green like sea glass and lips pink and pouty. His arm snaked around my waist and silently pulled me close. He deserved to know.

“Harry,” my voice was light and raspy from the lack of speech, “How do you always know when I need you?”

“Well, your eyes really tell me. I noticed on your good days that your eyes are the deepest green I have ever seen. When you need me the hints of brown take over and engulf the gorgeous green. I have put much thought into that comparison so please don’t assume that I’m very poetic, because I’m not.”

I chuckled at his comment and looked nervously at the ground, “I think I should tell you why I need those hugs. For the longest time I haven’t told anyone about it and I think you’re the only one I can trust.”

Harry nodded for me to go on and I sighed.

“I only have one sibling and that’s my brother who’s at college right now. I was never doubtful he’d get into trouble but never what happened. In the fall my mother and I came back into the house at 11 and my dad’s on the phone. My brother was stopped at the gate of his college drunk out of his mind. He’s in a run down hospital. My father paced and was furious. At about 1 my mom decided to take the hour ride to get to him and we all went. The worst part wasn’t the drive or the waiting room. The thing that haunts me is seeing him on a stretcher. He was passed out and had drool coming from his mouth. My mother started smacking his arm and calling his name but he barely stirred. The doctor came over and all I could do was move my foot back and forth and a monotonous rhythm that kept me sane. I heard the faint sound of a weeping girl on a stretcher near my brothers. She exploded and screamed ‘Why does the drunk boys parents come and my dad doesn’t?’ The thing that-“

I hadn’t realized I was weeping and had to lean on Harry for support.

He held me up and stared into my eyes, “You don’t have to finish if you can’t.”

“No I can do it. I need to tell someone so I don’t feel so alone anymore,” My voice had gone a little but I pushed to speak, “I realized that the drunk boy was my brother. He could have died because he just wanted to drink. I felt so alone and scared. I tried to text my friend but it was 3 am and she was asleep. I silently cried in a chair while my brother regained consciousness. The car ride home I stared at the road blankly. that’s why I tense every time they have those anti alcohol speeches at school because all I can think about is my brother. He’s all I think about sometimes because he’s somewhere I can’t watch over him and give him a wake up call. It makes me feel so isolated from the world since no one knows my pain. And and I feel like there’s no where for me to go and no one to turn to-“

“Shhh,” Harry hushed me softly. The rain fell silently as He once again wrapped me in a silent hug. He didn’t need to speak. Neither did I.

He knew all I needed was someone there to touch and to be held by. My shields melted and I could just be vulnerable in his arms.

I could finally be weak and not put up a brave front. That’s how I feel every time he hugs me. It’s my only escape into a world where I can give into comfort.

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