You call harry crying whilst he's on tour because your ex called you to say the meanest of things and he gets angry and tries to calm you down at the same time and he finds a way to you in a heartbeat
Warnings: Allusions to domestic violence. Swearing. Angst
Everything had been going pretty well for the past months. You had finally managed to find a ray of hope in the darkness. Once and for all you had achieved to unchain your memories from the past and focus on the present, on how much you wanted it to be illuminated by the jade gleam of the man that all along told you everything would get better.
It took you a whole year of nightmares and bitter reminiscences to come back to the healthy life you had been snatched from.
It took way less to see all that destroyed.
Who would have said two minutes were enough to shatter someone’s heart into pieces? Who would have known how poisonous a handful of words could be?
You sure did. You had to discover it in the worst of the ways.
First of all, you knew you should have never picked up the phone. Just by his name glowing on the screen, cold shivers started to run down your spine, your muscles tensed under your skin and you felt a tight constriction appropriate your chest.
You knew you were being too naive when the thought that maybe he regretted everything he had done and just wanted to apologise popped in your mind.
But you followed the urge to put a closure to the most miserable chapter of your life.
And now his words are part of the air you breathe.
You feel small, captured in the four walls around you. The familiar taste of it gets clung to your tongue annoyingly, as difficult to get rid of as the sourest of the flavours.
You’re sitting on the bed, back pressed against the hard headboard, face hidden in the small gap of your knees touching your chest. Tears are drenching your face, leaving jet black irregular roads run down your cheeks.
Your hands clutch the sheets beneath you, creasing them. Despite the fabric, your nails find a way to dig in the palm of your hands, soft flesh burning under the coarse touch.
In the dead silence, the noise of your sobs is the only thing to be heard. It drills into your ears and looks forward seizing your head. A sharp pain has taken over the region of your temple, his voice boils in it, unceasingly scalding.
“I hope that dumb fuck realises you’re just another one of his gold digger bitches”
“He doesn’t love you, you idiot”
“You’ve always been an Insecure whore”
“He just wants you so you keep sucking his cock every night”
“ ‘Cause that’s what sluts do”
Back when they weren’t just an echo in your mind but barks hitting every fibre of your being, the one thing that gave you the strength to hold on was Harry.
His warm arms embracing the mess you were. His gentle fingers wiping the tears away from your face. His hot breath whispering into your ear repeated “We’ll get better, my darling” ‘s. His voice was the only melody that could mute the world.
And you were always playing it.
You rummage for your phone in the disheveled bed. You had coped too much with your ex-boyfriend’s insults, it got to a point where it was either your mental health or him, so you tossed the device as far from you as possible and covered your ears, pushing against them until his rage trailed off to an end.
Under the last call, Harry’s contact observes your hesitation to tap the call option. He had put up with so much of your suffering, he didn’t deserve to come back to that again, not when he was at his happiest. You promised yourself to not let any of the misery you felt come out of your system. You just wanted to hear his healing voice.
But he wasn’t oblivious to the quivering of your words.
“Y/n, what the hell happened? Why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying Harry, I’m fine” You said as the tears rolled by.
“Why are you lying to me? You’re not like this. What in the world is making you lie to me?” You notice a thick layer of worry in his interventions. He was desperate at the other end of the line, not knowing the reason behind your crying, nor the conditions you were in settled a suffocating lump in his throat.
“Love, please, talk to me, you know you can trust me, I’m here to help you. You just have to talk to me” He whispers softly, waiting for the answer he needs.
“I-I… he called” You can’t help to trail off.
“He?… Shit. What did that piece of shit do?” His voice has lowered several tones. Rage builds up in him at a fast pace.
“H- He said things, really hurtful things. I- I wanted to hang up, but I- I just couldn’t. I was paralysed” You stutter, gagging on your words.
Harry’s eyes fill with tears when he notices how much you had been struggling to contain your emotions. When the quivering transitioned into crying, the fire starting to burn inside of him was extinguished by the tears at the other end of the line. He knew he wouldn’t be of any use if he had let outrage get a hold of him. You had had enough.
The fist in his left hand unknots slowly.
“Love… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you had to go through all that alone. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to shut him up” He closes his eyes as he hears hiccups leave your mouth. As softly as he can he continues “I won’t pressure you to tell me all the shit he said, but please, don’t believe any of that. Listen to me, never, ever, let what anybody says get to you. You have to know you are an amazing human being, and that you don’t deserve any of this bullshit” He gets desperate when he notices you don’t seem to calm down, running his hand through his face, trying to get rid of the tension. “He- Hey, Pet, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. Just breathe… that’s it, now go look for a glass of water, I’ll be here when you come back. I’ll never leave you”
He waits patiently until you return.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Better, you don’t know how much your voice helps me” You utter, placing a hand on your chest to ease your heavy breathing.
“Love, we’ve been a long way, we’ve been through the worst struggles to get where we are now. Do you really think a cunt like him is strong enough to destroy that so easily? Do you really think he’s man enough to have a valid statement?”
“Then fuck him, and let’s just move on. Cowards like him aren’t worth your time. Ignore everything that comes from him, and if he reaches you don’t even bother to listen to him. Show him the brave woman you are, show him you’re far beyond him. Ju- Just be aware of the beautiful human being you are and no one will bring you down, ever.”
It took two minutes for your heart to break.
It took even less for Harry to put the pieces back together.
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