harry woke up late at night and checked the time onthe alarm clock. 3 am. he looked over at where he thought you would be, and you were gone. confused as hell, he stood up and walked out to try and find you. he threw on his jacket and walked outside.

he found you outside, on the back porch. you were sitting on the floor, curled up and sobbing.

"baby?" he said, looking at you. you didn't hear him, and he could hear you muttering things under your breath.

FUCK. not this again.

you were a wonderland kid. most of the time, you were a lot of fun. you were really sunshiney almost always, very sweet and kind. that's why harry fell for you. he was also extremely chaotic in nature, so it was really nice to have someone to match his energy. but every now and then, you had your moments. he didn't know what they were, but you'd have moments where you'd just... completely spiral. and when it hit you, it hit you HARD.

"hey- hey, baby, it's okay," he said, walking up to you, trying not to scare you. you flinched anyway, but quickly went back to whatever the hell was going on in your brain. "hey, babe, deep breaths, you're okay." he was surprisingly gentle with you, considering how unhinged he normally was.