Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Breakdowns

As you felt a familiar pair of arms cradle around your waist, the reality of the situation hit you suddenly, sending a ripple effect through your body. The cruel nature of death had reared its ugly head and taken your best friend.

"I'm here baby", was the only words Harry had to whisper before you let go of the last 48 hours. As you cried he held you. He felt it was his duty not to move until the tidal waves of tears stopped crashing against his shoulders and your sadness faded, even momentarily. As you wepped into his inked arms, he seemed sad as well. The girl he loved was breaking in front of him and he felt worthless, unable to ease the pain. He held you for over a half an hour before deciding finally upon something to say,

"It's going to be okay baby, I'm going to be here for you no matter what, I love you, I'm going to make it okay I promise you", he promised you and squeezed your limp body gently in his arms. A sniffle escaped your nose as the tears seem to have stopped, you lifted your head and silently planted the softest of kisses on his lips before lying against him and closing your eyes, wanting to sleep with him, disappear away from reality for a while. You wanted to just feel his warmth protect you from the nightmare turn your life had taken, to leave the sadness behind.