Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Always here

You continued to lay on the bed and cry your heart out.

Harry hated to see you like this.

It really did kill him to see you so upset that you can't even smile...eat....talk...

You just couldn't function with the thought of your grandmother dying.

She passed away this morning and you haven't been out of bed all day.

"Baby. I'm so so so sorry." Harry spoke into your ear softly, emphasizing the word so quite a lot.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.

"She's in a better place now kitten. Everything will be okay. I promise."

"I'm sorry....I ruined your shirt" you told him, as you pulled away and saw the tear stains that rested on his shoulder.

"Babe." He chuckled, amused that, that's the only thing you had to say. "That's not even important. Don't worry about that. I'll always be your shoulder to cry on. I'll always be here for you my love. Always here." He promised, placing a sweet, loving kiss onto your head as you rested in his strong arms.

He was forever your shield and protector.