Harry Styles Bsm/Ddm Imagines
You're Forced to Spend Time With Him
Harry's age: 8; Your age: 13
It was raining, which meant Harry was going to be complaining about how bored he was. You had had plans that afternoon, which of course had involved just you and your friends. And the rain had hardly been a hindrance to them, but your mom had gotten a call informing her she had to come in early for work and do a double shift. Abruptly, your plans were ruined. Your mom wouldn't be home until twelve midnight and Harry wasn't going to babysit himself.
"Harry, you're the one always complaining that you have nothing to do on rainy days. Now put on your coat and shoes!" You demanded, deeply agitated. Your little brother was being his usual and difficult self and was really pulling your strings at the moment.
"But sissy, I don't want to hang out with your friends," Harry whined, his jade eyes slightly watered. "They're always mean to me, a-and t-they m-make fun of me!" Harry sobbed as he fumbled with his shoelaces.
"Then don't be so annoying and keep your mouth shut. Maybe then they wouldn't be so mean to you," you snapped as you impatiently paced back and forth, waiting for him to hurry up.
The truth was that you didn't want to have your brother around because he had become increasingly clingy around you for the past three months. You had tried to push him away with cruelty, but he only ended up all the more clingier and your friends were starting to notice. The other day when he had asked you for a cuddle in front of your friends and climbed into your lap, it had taken all three of you to pry him off of you. Never in your life had you given or received a cuddle, and at that moment you had thought Harry was possessed. You rarely touched Harry. It was uncool.
Harry looked up from his shoes, a single tear rolling down his pale cheek. Hurt washed over his delicate features and his pink lips parted. No words came out but his bottom lip quivered slightly. He dropped his head in silence and resumed struggling with his laces. Light sniffles erupted every four seconds and tears fell, soaking his white laces.
"You're such a baby," you muttered loud enough so he could hear. Huffing, you ran up the stairs to check your phone. You had mentioned in a short text that Harry would be tagging along an hour ago. A new text message popped on your notification screen so you opened it. Your mouth fell open as you read the text.
Snow: If your little brother is coming, then Osmara and I are not going out with you. As a matter of fact, we'll go by ourselves. We're tired of the little brat ruining things for us, and he only keeps embarrassing himself. So choose. Dump the idiot brother or be a no-show and we dump you. If you're smart enough, the decision won't be difficult at all. We'll be seeing you around...or not.
In your mind, you came to a final decision. Descending the stairs, you saw Harry brushing away his tears and then sliding on his blue raincoat. You were so angry you were sure steam was shooting out of your ears. Harry noticed and gulped. He quickly did his zipper not wanting to anger you any further with his slowness.
"Harry, there's been a change of plans. You're not going," you said flatly.
"O-oh," he stammered and then stared at his feet, unsure what to do.
A moment later, he lifted his head and asked in a tiny voice, "Are you going to leave me alone...all by myself?" When you remained silent, his slightly puffy eyes grew wide and he was then stumbling towards you. "Y/n, you-you can't leave me! Please don't leave me here," he cried out frantically. "I don't want to be here all by myself!"
Harry tried grasping your hand in his, but you kept it out of his reach as you side-stepped him.
But, that only made Harry persist as he kept begging you not to leave him at the house alone.
"Harry quit it! You know I don't like you touching me. Besides, I'm not going out anymore anyway. So your free to do whatever you want inside the house. Just don't make too much noise, and don't destroy anything. You know my room is off-limits and if I catch you in there, I will break each little finger on both of your hands with a nail and hammer." When you finished your threat, you stormed off into the living room, grabbed the remote on the glass table, and literally dived on to the couch.
Flicking through channels, you heard timid footsteps enter into the living room. The couch suddenly dipped with a new weight. You didn't even bother to acknowledge Harry. His smaller body shuffled closer to where you were sat.
"Y/n?" Harry spoke as he tried to get your attention.
"What?"
"Why did you not go out with your friends?" He asked curiously as he raised onto his knees. Harry knew almost nothing stopped you from hanging out with your friends.
"What do you mean? It's like you said, I can't leave you by yourself. Snow and Osmara don't want you to come so that's why you're not going. Mom would be pissed if I left you here by yourself. It's not like you would have kept your mouth shut. As soon as mom stepped through the door, you would be crying her ear off and tattling like the little whiny baby you are. Plus..." you trailed off swallowing back your anger. "-plus they're not my friends anymore. " you released a sigh. "They said that if I brought you or if I didn't show up at all they wouldn't be my friends anymore...so ta-dah we're not friends anymore." You glumly stared at the t.v.
Harry sniffled, tears again streaming down his face "I'm sorry. "
You bit your lip and shook your head. You weren't angry at your little brother. You were angry at yourself for being a total fool.
"It's not your fault. I picked horrible friends and-" you swallowed thickly-" I'm sorry for the way they treated you and I am really sorry for being a horrible sister to you."
Harry's body collided with yours in a warm embrace. "It's okay. I forgive you," he whispered in his small voice.
"Yeah," you said, uncertainty laced in your tone as you awkwardly patted his back. You broke off the hug and then scooted away from him.
"What's wrong, Y/n?" Harry asked as he searched your eyes.
"Nothing. So...?" you finally asked. "What do you want to do?"
Harry inched closer to you.
"Well, I-I-I... want to...can I...c-cuddle with you," he said the last phrase in a tone so soft it was almost a whisper.
"Um, I don't-look! It's not raining anymore. Maybe you could go play outside? Just make sure you don't slip in the mud." You pointed towards the window where the rain had ceased. But, Harry shook his head and crawled into your lap.
"Please, Y/n. Cuddle me. I want to cuddle," he insisted staring into your eyes. "
Sighing, you nodded you're head, yielding to his request.
You both moved into a position where Harry was facing the couch and you were on the edge, staring at the back of his head. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. Harry snuggled further into your embrace as he gently intertwined both of your legs and he held your arms in place around his smaller waist. Both of you then dozed off. This was a lot better than hanging out with your so-called friends.
