Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Social Anxiety

"It's got worse, hasn't it?" Harry whispered as he knelt beside your small frame. You were curled up in a little ball, your back against the wall of the hotel lobby as the screams from outside echoed around inside.

You couldn't even think about going out there and facing the fans. You just couldn't. The social media reaction to you hadn't been so great lately and you were sure that as soon as you walked out of that door - the negativity would be screamed at you.

Harry attempted to get you to keep walking but you couldn't. You just felt the room spin, the screams grow louder - and Harry's worried voice fall away from you. It sounded like you were drowning in the screams from the fans.

You'd just slid down to the floor and curled up because that's all your body was allowing you to do.

"The social anxiety?" Harry continued, tilting your chin up with his fingers and searching your eyes worriedly. Words were too far away from you - so you just nodded.

It had been months since you were finally getting used to the interaction with fans - and anyone for that matter. You were getting better with being social and it was becoming less often that you avoided it. And you were sure that a large part of that was due to Harry.

But now it was back and it felt a lot worse than ever.

"It's okay baby." Harry breathed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and closing his eyes briefly, "You stay in today, I'll make sure room service keeps an eye on you every now and then okay?"

And as much as you wanted to be going out and doing things with Harry - you knew you wouldn't be able to. So he took you back up to the hotel room, tucking you into bed after he switched on the TV, before kissing your forehead and leaving.