Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You won't tell him what's wrong

"Kitten, tell me" Harry begged.

You kept your gaze on the floor, causing Harry to sigh deeply.

"Love, you have to tell me what's wrong."

You shook your head and you could tell Harry felt helpless as he huffed.

He keeled down on the floor in front of you and lifted your chin up so your eyes could meet his.

"Baby girl. Listen to me, you have to talk to me. That's why I'm here. You know you can rant on me anytime so you can lift all this pain off your shoulders. Let me be your diary, let me be the wall you hit, let me be the paper your rip in pieces....you're always there for me when I need it.....now I'm here for you" harry promised.

Your heart was touched as Harry finished his speech, and you nodded your head, earning a smile from harry.

Harry lifted up and sat on the couch next to you, pulling you in his arms as you began to explain to him what was wrong.