Harry Styles imagines

28 - Sorry

It's so hard not to beat myself up when someone leaves me. When Niall broke up with me less than two days ago, I couldn't handle it. My heat aches, like he ripped it out of my chest right then and there, threw it to the ground, stomping repeatedly on it until nothing was left.

I've never been good with pain. Not emotionally anyway.

Just thinking about how news would've spread already makes me feel sick to my stomach with nerves. Their fans would hate me, blame me and just see me as a joke. I saw it happen to the boys previous girlfriends and I'm almost certain I'm going to be no different.

Just thinking about the first few days when the fans were beginning to realise me and Niall were a thing makes my stone cold heart warm in the slightest bit. I saw smiles on faces as we passed hand in hand, and even an odd picture being taken here and there. I was so happy, and I though Niall was too.

It sounds cliché as hell but I can't help but to think it's something which I did. I mean, for once one of the boy's relationships weren't a stunt and Niall somehow came to get to know me before asking me out four months later. I just wish I knew what was bothering him to the point where he ended things over a phone call.

I'm not even mad that it was over the phone that he ended things, it saved him having to see the tears which were silently rolling down my cheeks and hitting my bedsheets as he apologised a million times. He'd never seen me cry, and I wouldn't have been prepared if when we broke up was the first.

None of the boys have spoken to em since either. A few friends messaged me a day after the events but I never replied, too emotionally drained from the night before to bother fixing together a text message politely thanking them for their kindness to check up on me.

I bet Niall is getting all of the attention in the world. I wouldn't know, but I imagine it trending worldwide like what seems to happen every time the boys are involved in something. I mean seriously, the One Direction fandom own Twitter.

Dragging myself out of my never ending chain of thoughts, I notice again the dampness if tears which stains my cheeks as I lay facing the wall, snuggled up against the comforter on my bed. If my nose wasn't so blocked up, I bet the blanket would smell like Niall who slept here two day prior to breaking up with me. God, even his scent makes me want to cry endlessly.

Minutes pass which then turns into a full hour of me thinking of the happy memories between me and the blonde Irish boy I was so into. Eventually, I find my incredibly heavy eyes collapsing in in themselves, ready for a long slumber. It's only late in the afternoon yet I know if I fall asleep now, I'll wake up again tomorrow morning. The events of the week have been so tiring and kept me awake most nights, my pattern is all over the place.

Just as I begin to properly doze off, I jolt upright in my bed, fully alert as the chiming sound to my doorbell rings. Groaning that I was ready to sleep for the next twelve hours, I swing my legs out of bed to answer whoever it is at my door.

I open it, half expecting a friend who messaged me and was genuinely concerned about how I'm doing, instead finding Harry himself stood a few inches taller than me, smiling softly with a bouquet of flowers in hand. I'm suddenly very aware of my attire; an oversized shirt which comes just under halfway of my thighs, covering the shorts underneath. I most likely look like I've just got a shirt on, though I'm sure Harry hasn't even noticed and that I'm just thinking too much into the matter.

Frowning, I look up at Harry with big eyes. "If they're from him, I don't want them." I say sadly, my shoulders slumping.

"Actually," Harry begins awkwardly, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. "They're from me." Whilst saying this, his ever so famous dimpled smile covers his face, making me smile back in return. Who knew even one of the boys would still care, let alone Harry who I have to say I'm most distant with.

He urged them forward at me and I take them, whispering a thank you.

"Oh, do you want to come in?" I offer, my cheeks heating up upon realising how rude I must have approached him. Moving to the side to grant him access into my small living space, I bury my nose in the mixture of the fairly large bouquet of flowers.

I enter the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers, Harry watching me from behind whilst leaning on one of the counters. Smiling, I unwrap the bow previously holding all of the stems together, organising each flower in the vase half filled with water.

"So...how're you doin'?" Harry questions awkwardly, kicking his right foot with his left.

Smiling dumbly as I turn my back to him again, I frown. "Not good." I reply blandly, my voice stupidly cracking halfway through saying the two words.

I hear the shuffle of feet moving, my muscles locking into place as Harry unexpectedly throws his arms around me from behind. No, I probably smell! I ancient showered in two days! Get him off!

Now blushing crimson, my eyes widen even more as his grip around my waist only tightens. He probably didn't even notice the small gesture, he's only trying to be friendly and most likely trying to clear they boys from my bad books. I mean, do you blame me? I felt like they had ganged up on me along with the fans until Harry showed up.

"We might not be close friends, but I feel bad for you just as much as I do Niall. Sure, he was a dick, but it doesn't mean the rest of us are. We care, at least I do anyway. I'm sorry if these past few days have been hell, I know the fans have said a lot too. Just...please don't be angry or upset." He lets out a big breath once finishing, nuzzling his cheek into my shoulder before pulling away and releasing his grip completely.

I swallow, unsure of how to respond from the incredibly sweet words which came from someone I don't even know that much.

"And Y/N?" Harry says, me looking up to meet his bright gaze.

"Hm?" I hum, somewhat happier after hearing his short speech.

He smiles sadly, almost sympathetically which makes me feel like I'm asking for attention when it's the last thing I want. My horrible thought is soon replaced with another genuine smile when Harry says: "I'm here for you. Always."

Long time no update, huh? I'm sooooo sorry. The thing is not that I finally have so many ideas for new books and imagines, I'm stuck studying. Again, I'm sorry but I am trying!