Harry Styles One Shots

Her Diary Pt. 2

Louis had managed to track down James, and we were now in the car, on the way there. Louis kept a signal connected with the phone, and used it as a GPS.

The closer we got, the angrier and more impatient I became. He has my baby girl, I heard her. I'm going to get her back, and James is gonna get fucked up for stealing my girl.

The other lads had came with us as well, in case something would happen. If we did happen to fight, we'd have backup, at least.

"Haz?" I heard Louis' voice shake. I looked to him. "What?" His gaze had been fixed on something. I followed his line of vision to see a girl, laying on the floor not moving. "Oh my god," I quickly got out of the car, and rushed to the girl. I don't care if I didn't know her, I had to make sure she was okay. After Y/n, I need to make sure everyone is okay under my watch. As long as I'm able to protect them, I will.

"M-Miss? Miss, are you okay?" I called loudly. She was laying on her stomach, the back of her head facing me. I looked to see the boys were out the car, watching me. "Is she alright?" Louis asked. "I don't know, she isn't moving,"

As carefully I could, I rolled the female on her back. When I touched her, I felt something strange. A familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. I tried to ignore it, but I almost had a heart attack when I sae her face.

She had blood trailing down the side of her head, bruises on her neck, and a cut just below her eye.

"Y/n?!" I screamed. My heart pounded hard in my chest. I tried to find a pulse, but I was too shaky to be able to find one. "H-Help me, damnit!" I yelled to the boys who looked at me with wide eyes.

One of my mates, Niall quickly pulled out his phone, and dialed 911, while everyone rushed to me and Y/n.

"Y/n, baby, stay with me. Please, stay with me. You're okay, you're going to be okay," I continued to repeat that until I felt a hand on my arm, pulling me from her. My eyes were wide, and I elbowed the guy who pulled me from my baby. I turned to to see it was a paramedic. Two ambulances were here, and men surrounded my girlfriend. I tried to run to see what they were doing, but the boys held me back, and kept tight grips on my body. They were smart to not trust me when I said I was calm.

My baby could be dead! Who would stay calm in this situation?!

They lifted her on a stretcher and put her in the back of the ambulance. "Please, let me go with you," I begged the man who went to close the door.

"I'm not allowed to-"

"I'm her husband, please."

"I didn't see a ring."

"We got into an argument and she threw it at me. Please, I need to be with my wife."

My wife. It felt nice rolling off my tongue.

He spoke to some guy in the truck, and then allowed me inside. I was grateful, and sat down at an empty space by the stretcher.

I grabbed Y/n's hand, and gave it a soft squeeze. The few paramedics in here talked amongst themselves, either having a conversation while the air mask was held to her face, or talking about the different medications they needed to give her so she'd still have a high chance of living. I took those moments to stare at her, and kiss her pale, cold hand. They'd get in my way a few times and it irritated me.

My body was shaking in fear, and once we were at the hospital, and the doors opened, I was the first one to jump out.

I heard yelling, and rushed inside to see the boys already waiting there. Louis was the first to see me and quickly got up. He came to me, and wrapped his arms around me. I stayed still, covering my eyes with my hand. I sobbed a little too loudly, and Louis rubbed my back.