One Direction Imagines

I'll Be Here (Harry Imagine)

You're walking down the streets of LA when you see a figure sitting on a bench playing guitar. Something about the person looks familiar but you just can't put your finger on how you know them. Then the person opens their mouth to sing, and you freeze. You'd know that voice anywhere. Harry.

"Once upon a time I was falling in love now I'm only falling apart." He sang as he strummed along on the guitar. He stopped playing and lifted a bottle of some sort of liquid to his lips and tipped his head back as he took a drink.

"There's nothing I can do..." He sang softly to himself as he sang the next line of the classic song.

"Harry?" You asked as you walked over to him. Once you got closer you were shocked by his appearance. He looked awful.

His hair was messy and all over the place. His eyes were red and he had dark bags underneath them. His face was pale and had not even a hint of color to it. You could smell the alcohol on him. You had never seen Harry in this kind of shape. The break up had happened weeks ago. You were a wreck at first too but after the first two or three weeks you slowly started getting a little bit stronger everyday. Apparently Harry wasn't handling it as well.

"Y/n? Is it really you?" He asked as he blinked up at you trying to decide if it was really you or just a figment of his drunken state.

"It's really me, Harry. Harry we need to get you home. You can't sit here all day. You're drunk." You said.

"I miss you so much." He said as he looked up at you. "I'm sorry I was a jerk and was always gone and was never there for you! But please come back."

"Harry, you don't know what you're saying. You're drunk." You said.

"I'm only drunk because I-I'm trying to numb the pain." He explained. "I know what I'm saying."

"Please, Harry, go home. Get some sleep." You said as you looked down at him.

"I don't want to go home. It reminds me of you. I hate it there." He said.

"Harry, you can't sit on this bench. There's paparazzi and fans. What if they see you like this?" You asked trying to reason with him.

"I don't care. My career is over anyway. I can't write, I can't sing, I can't do anything." He said.

Your heart grew heavy as you looked down at the shell of the man you once loved and adored. Even though things had ended between you and him, it was still hard to see him at this low point.

You reached down and took his hand. You couldn't run back to him, but you couldn't leave him on this bench alone. You had to get him to his house or somewhere safe.

"Please Harry, let's go home." You said.

"I am home...cause I"m with you." He said as he looked up at you with his sad green eyes.

"Harry, we can't do this. I'm just going to get you home, then I'm going to leave." You said.

"No, please don't leave me again!" He said as he tightened his hold on your hand.

"Harry-"

"Please...just...l-love me." He said.

He stood up so that he was now looking down at you. He put his hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him.

"Har-"

Before you could stop him he cut you off by leaning down and placing his lips against yours. They weren't soft and warm like you remember. They were rough and chapped. This kiss deepened as he wrapped his other arm around your body and pulled you even closer to him. You instinctively reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back.

You knew that it was a bad idea. You knew that it was probably going to end just like it did before. But nothign could change your mind as you felt the butterflies in your stomach when he kissed you and you kissed him back.

He pulled away and broke the kiss and placed his forehead against yours.

"Please just love me back." He repeated.

"I do love you Harry. I'm always going to." You said as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. "Now c'mon we need to get you home and in to bed."

"No!" He protested as he pulled away from you.

"Why not, Harry? You can't sit here on this bench." You said.

"Wh-what if I w-wake up and...and you aren't there?" He asked. You looked over at him as you felt your heart aching. You hated seeing him hurting this much and knowing that it was your fault.

"I'll be here, I promise." You said.

Harry smiled and gave you another hug before he let go of you and picked up his guitar.