Harry Styles Imagines

Rumors

You've been in the bathroom of you and Harry apartment for a few hours. Crying to yourself and having panic attacks come and go. You couldn't believe that he would cheat. You didn't believe it at first. But you looked it up. Saw it was trending, and in multiple headlines. Harry wasn't satisfied with you, but Kendall Jenner has it all.
"Babe?" Harry enters the apartment. You fight back loud sobs to keep him from finding you. "Baby?" He says a little louder. You hear him check the bedroom for you. "Y/n?" He asks, slowly. He then tries to open the bathroom door but you it locked. You panic as you hear the knob rattle. "Are you ok?" He worries. "Y/n? Seriously?" He asks concerned after not getting an answer.
"Go away!" You command through tears.
"What's going on?" He asks, audibly concerned. "I'm not leaving until I see you're alright" he says stubbornly. You unlock the door and he opens it, seeing you curled up on the floor with tear stained cheeks. His heart broke and he wanted to cry at the sight. "What happened" he bends down to you.
"Stay away from me" you command. He stops moving toward you. He gives you a confused look.
"Am I not good enough?!" You cry into your hands. You curl into a ball. He rubs your back up and down, trying to sooth you. "I know I'm not her; I'm not perfect or nice all the time. I'm not a model and my stomach isn't perfectly flat all the time and my cheekbones aren't perfect like hers and my eyes are gross and my arms are too big and..." you trail off into more tears.
"What are you talking about?" He sits across from you.
"I'm not enough. I'll go. I don't know why I ever thought I would be" you start to stand but he puts a hand on your thigh.
"Can you please explain this to me? Who are you talking about?" He asks sweetly.
"Kendall." You spit and pull up the headline to show him. He takes your phone, examining the article.
"That picture is from 4 years ago" he explains, handing you back your phone. Your face softens.
"I don't ever want to hear you say you're not good enough. You are plenty more than enough. You are beautiful and smart and you make me laugh when I don't want to. And I love getting lost in your eyes. I love your sarcasm that comes off mean and that you call me out on my shit. Your arms are strong, not too big. And I love rubbing your stomach when you have cramps" he coos, drawing patterns on your thighs. "And I love that your thighs are my sketch pad for when I'm nervous or bored or tired" he looks at you.
"I'm sorry" you look him in the eyes "I can't believe I believed that shit" you scoff.
"You don't have to apologize. Everything's ok. I'm glad we talked it out." He moves his hands from his lap for you to lay your head there. You nuzzle you're head into his lap as he combs his fingers through your hair. "That's another thing. I love that you'd rather talk about a problem instead for pointlessly fight for hours" he whispers as you close your eyes. You gently kiss his leg. "How long were you in here before I came?" He asks after a minute.
"Well... maybe 2 hours. going between panic attacks and sobbing" you cringe.
"Awe baby" his heart breaks again "Why didn't you call me?" he asks calmly.
"I don't know" you shrug.
"I don't want you to suffer. I feel bad I wasn't here" he pets your hair, examining your face.
"Stop being such a perfect boyfriend" you joke.
"I'm not, but I'm trying" he denies "I'll be perfect when I can be there every time a tear drops from your eyes" he says lightly. You laugh and he halfheartedly follows. He wasn't really joking but he figured you knew that.