Harry Styles Imagines

33. He Can Fix You

Love is painful. It's filled with sadness, weakness and insecurities. People always told you love is worth it. But right now, it certainly didn't feel like that.

You wanted to scream and cry while you just lay in bed, soaking up your feelings. The sad thing was that you couldn't do that. You needed to move one with your life, no matter how hard it seemed to do. So, putting on a fake smile, you wiped away the tears that were falling down your cheeks. There was a big, red mark on the left side of your face, obvious evidence to what had happened only hours ago. Just thinking of it made you whimper.

Your boyfriend had hit you.

It wasn't only physically painful for you, it was emotionally hard too. You knew he had a bad temper, but never before had he laid a finger on you. And you didn't really know how things went downhill that fast, it just did. Your chest was aching, badly. Your boyfriend had not only hit you, he had also ripped your heart out of your chest, leaving a big hole behind, slowly pulling you in.

"Y/N?"

The softness in your best friend's voice made you feel slightly better. He was always there for you when you needed him.

With a last attempt to stop the tears from forming, you opened the front door for Harry and let him enter the house. It was your usual Thursday movie night and even though you didn't really feel like watching stupid movies right now, you didn't want to let Harry down. The thought of actually letting him down hadn't even crossed your mind yet.

So, half an hour later you were both settled down on the couch, 'We Bought A Zoo' playing on the TV and a bowl of popcorn on Harry's lap. Seeing him stuffing his mouth full with popcorn, made the hole in your chest ache a little less.

"I love Lucy so much," Harry spoke, his mouth still filled. "She has my curls."

"It looks better on her though," you tried to tease, hoping Harry would never find out about the 'accident'.

The sound of Harry's famous laugh filled the living room and as soon as Harry noticed you weren't laughing along, he turned around to face you. The fake smile was still plastered on your face. Harry lifted his right hand to your face, making you flinch slightly as you remembered your boyfriend had done the exact same thing. Your eyes shut tightly when Harry's fingers brushed against the soar skin, a hint of pain going through your body. Harry's eyebrows furrowed, his facial expression changing immediately.

In that moment you knew he knew. It was too obvious and your best friend wasn't stupid. The movie was still playing and you turned your attention back to the TV.

"I like this part." Your voice was only a whisper as you desperately tried to change the subject.

"He hit you."

It wasn't a question. It was just Harry saying something he knew was going to happen soon. You stayed quiet and watched how Lucy and her Dad went house hunting. A deep sigh left Harry's lips while a single tear made its way down your cheek.

"He hit you," he repeated, not believing his own words. "You don't deserve that, Y/N."

You finally turned your head back toward Harry. His eyes were big and there was still a deep frown on his face. "He didn't mean to do it. I'm sure he'll apologise soon," you tried to defend the man whom you still loved.

"You've got to be kidding me, right?"

It was a rethorical question, but you couldn't help it as you shook your head. Harry jumped on his feet, his hands flying into his hair and tugging at the ends out of frustration.

"You're not defending that jerk now, are you? He hit you, Y/N. He hit you!" Your best friend was yelling now, so frustrated with your actions. "You deserve so much better than that asshole. And still you're feeling bad. I just know you're thinking to yourself right now what you did wrong, because if something goes wrong, it's always your fault. But it isn't, Y/N! You always put other people's feelings before yours, because that's just you being the wonderful person you are. And as much as I appreciate you being you, it drives me crazy to know you don't see how amazing you are. Because fuck, everytime I look at you, I think to myself: "How did I ever got so lucky to have this girl in my life?" You are so special, Y/N, and your boyfriend might be too freaking blind to see it, but I'm not. I'd spend ever second of the rest of my life with you to make sure you know how special you are. Till my last damn breath, I'll remind you how beautiful you are. And when you finally realize that, I'll be the happiest man on this planet."

The intensity of his gaze on you, made you shiver. His beautiful words had the power to heal a small part of the big hole and you felt like you were just going to burst.

"Can you hold me for a second?" You asked, sounding pathetic. But one of Harry's hugs was all you needed right then. He held you tightly, like he was holding every broken piece of your heart. The grip on the back of his shirt tightened as he placed his lips on your hair.

It was going to take a while, but you knew Harry was the one and only that could slowly glue the pieces back together. It might sound cliché, but Harry was the last missing piece of your puzzle.