Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

He See's You Crying For The First Time

The migraine continued to intensify as you shut the front door and made your way over to the couch. You fell face first, groaning in pain. This was the worst one you had ever had and it just wasn't going away. You clutched the throw cushion and moaned into it. You could feel your tears begin to soak into the material. You were too distracted by the pounding in your head to notice that Harry had quietly entered the flat. "(Y/N)? What's wrong baby?" he asked softly, making you lift your head from the pillow to look at him. He was by your side in an instant when he saw your red eyes. "Love what happened?" He lifted you from your position face down on the sofa and let you lean into his shoulder. You squeezed your eyes shut and buried your face into his shoulder, mumbling the word migraine just loud enough so he could hear. "Oh babe... Do you need me to get some painkillers?" he asked softly, stroking your hair. "Please?" you whimpered and he didn't think twice before getting up. He soon returned with a blanket draped over his arm, two pills and a glass of water. Setting the water and pills on the coffee table, he wrapped you up in the blanket, grabbing the painkillers. You put them in your mouth and took a sip of the water, washing them down. "Thank you," you whispered. He sat next to you and you lay back down, head resting on his lap. "You're welcome babe. Just relax." You closed your eyes and finally fell asleep as Harry ran his fingers through your hair.