Harry Styles Imagines

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*Request from @blazingmoonshine : @stylesolgy could you do one where y/n has recently been in an abusive relationship and he find out because he lifts his arm to do something and y/n thinks he is going to hit her and then he comforts her*

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Around 9 or 10 months ago I had just managed to leave the most detrimental relationship I had ever been in, luckily it was the only one otherwise I don't think I'd be where I am today.

When I met the man he seemed awfully kind, not treating me differently at all because of my fame and success however my friends warned me about him, I brushed off their worries though and defended the man stubbornly.

However, only around a few weeks into the relationship he started demanding I do things, buy him things, let him use me, treat me like shit and when I first tried to argue back he slapped me, and every time I even thought about questioning him he would hurt me in some way.

It all led to me ending up in hospital with 2 broken ribs after he pushed me downstairs, but for the media I  blamed it on accidentally hurting myself during filming. All of my friends were so comforting but they all reminded me what they warned me about, tip one, always trust your friends.

I didn't get myself involved in any sort of kindling or flirting or relationships because of the fear that I am giving myself away to somebody to only destroy me all over again.

That was until I met Harry around 6 months ago, I kept my guard up, hesitant of what may come until one night I went out with him, his band mates and Emma, and the one thing that has stuck with me since that night is what Emma told me in the taxi on the way home.

'Taking chances is scary, but there is something that should scare you far more than anything; missing out on something truly wonderful because you were scared.'

It has not escaped my thoughts at all, the assurance always lingering at the back of my head, somehow consuming all my fears into bravery of moving forward.

That's how I was here now, 4 months ago Harry asked me out and we had been dating since, somehow managing to keep it out of the internet so far, but I'm sure it will all escape soon.

Oh yes, and we were currently in our first fight.

"Jesus Christ Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you, I didn't fucking flirt with her, she came up to me and started herself, you unfortunately walked over when I was just about to tell her to back off!" Harry exclaimed, storming through the front door as I followed him, flinging it forcefully shut behind me.

"You obviously weren't telling her to back off, because you were there for a good thirty seconds letting her talk to you like that!" I snapped, hot on his heels as he walked into the kitchen.

"Fucking hell, can you bloody listen to me, stop interrupting me!" He shouted, suddenly stopping and spinning on his heels to look at me.

"What more is there to say Harry, you allowed that woman to flirt with you, and I'm sure it helped that she pulled her skin tight dress down to reveal her cleavage even more!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Shut the fuck up!" He screamed, bringing his fist down to slam it on the counter however I thought different.

I quickly crouched onto my knees, putting my hand over my head and digging my head into my lap.

We stayed like that in silence for a few seconds as I waited for impact to come however it never came "Y-Y/N?" Harry checked, kneeling down onto the floor and shuffling towards me.