Harry Styles One Shots

I'll Have to Meet Him Then

My boyfriend, Harry, is always coming home with bruises and scars on his face. He says its because of his practice at boxing, but I don't believe him.

Harry came home, as I was watching the news. "New Superhero, by the name of H has struck again! Saving an entire school bus from falling off a cliff," it showed a picture of this H guy, flying in mid air, holding up the school bus. "Reporters say that they went to congratulate him, but he was already flying off. This man has saved millions of lives in the last few months. How does he do it? Who is this mysterious man?"

I cut off the television and looked at Harry, seeing nothing on his face, but he was limping. "Harry?" I asked, standing up and rushing to him.

He smiled, "I'm fine. A little sore is all,"

"Come on, I'll run you a hot bath," I grabbed his hand, and he hissed. "What?" I quickly asked, worry lacing my voice. "My wrist hurts a bit, it's nothing." He shook his head.

We slowly walked up the stairs, and into the bathroom. He wasn't complaining as much as I had expected. He wasnt complaining at all, actually. After saying his wrist hurt, he stopped.

I leaned him against the sink counter when we got in the bathroom, and went to the bathtub.

I turned on the water, watching it stream down, and adjusted the temperature so it wasnt warm, but it wasn't too hot either. "Bubbles?" I asked, turning and holding up the vanilla bottle.

"Uh.. Sure, why not?" He smiled sweetly at me. I turned around, opening the bottle, and poured some of the soap in the water. I saw bubbles forming, and the bathroom smelled of vanilla.

"Are you okay to take off your clothes, or do you need help?" I asked him. "I need help," he chuckled.

I walked over to him, and lifted off his shirt. "Ah, babe, not too much there, it hurts."

I patted his stomach and he groaned. "I hate you."

"Mm, love you too." I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "My lips need a massage, baby girl." Harry hummed when I pulled away. "Really?"

"Mhm, they're sore too."

He brought me closer to him before I did a smart ass move, and captured my bottom lip between his.

He moved our lips and tilted his head down for a better angle. I let him kiss me for about a minute or two before I pulled away.

"To the moon and back, Y/n." he whispered. "To the moon and back."

I helped him with the rest of his clothes, and helped him get in the tub. "Got it-?"

"Fuck, its hot." He hissed, laying down. His chest began to get red. "Why are you still in there then?" I laughed. "It feels good, its just hot." He whispered, closing his eyes.

I sat on the toilet. "Why are you so sore?" I asked. "Boxing is getting harder-"

"Cut the shit, Harry," I sighed. "I know its not boxing so tell me what's going on."

"Babe, I promise its boxing."

I only looked at him and he looked at me. "Cross your heart."

He brought his index finger to his chest, and made an 'x' over where his heart is. "Cross my heart,"

I sighed. He's never broken a promise, so I'll just have to believe him.

**

I left Harry in the bathroom while I went out to grab something to eat. I was coming down a hill and I was going too fast. I tried to slow down, but my brakes wouldn't work.

"Huh?"

I made sure I was stepping on the right pedal, and I was. On the street below was traffic and a truck with propane in it.

I kept pressing the gas, but it wasn't working. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. "Work, damnit!" I screamed. I was getting closer to the main streets and I screamed.

I felt my car jolt. I jerked forward, and I hit my head on the steering wheel. "What?" I looked around, and saw H in front of my car. He was trying to stop the car, but still was being pushed forward. It wasn't until we were right at the end of the street that the car stopped completely. All of the cars stopped as well, and got out of their cars to see what happened.

"Are you okay?" H asked me, opening my door. He had on a purple and red suit, and wore a mask. I was able to make out bright, green eyes. My heart was racing.

"You're bleeding," he raised his covered finger to touch my forehead, and I hissed. "I-I'm.. Fine,"

"I could take you home?" He asked, looking at my car.

"U-Uh... S-Sure.. Yeah," I nodded. He closed my car door behind me and pushed it so that it was in front of propane truck.

I stared at him in awe. He's so strong, it isn't funny. How is that even possible?

He walked back to me, and picked me up, jumping up. Before I knew it, we were flying.

I screamed and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. I'm going to die.

"You're okay," he whispered.

I told him where I lived, and he dropped me off in front of my house.

He put me down. I turned to thank him, but he was already gone. That was fast.. Too fast.

This is all a dream, it had to be a dream.

I walked up the stairs to my house, and unlocked the door. I felt the blood drying on the side of my face.

"Harry? Babe, I'm back," I called through the house. My voice was shaky still.

Harry slowly came down the stairs, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Y/n?! What happened to you?" He ran down the stairs, and touched the side of my head, softly. "Are you okay?" His eyes searched mine.

"M-My car.. The brakes wouldn't work, H stopped my car.. He brought me home. I almost died, Harry, I could of died if he didn't help me,"

The tears began to fall from my eyes before I could stop it. Harry shushed me, and cradled my head in his chest. He was running his fingers through my hair, and down my back. "Sh, you're okay, its okay," he whispered.

I only cried. I was so scared. I could still see the look H gave me.

"This guy saved you, huh?" He faked jealousy.

"Yeah," I sniffled. He pulled away, and wiped away my fallen tears. "I guess I have to meet this guy then, hm?"

I managed a smile. "But first, let's get you cleaned up."

H's POV

I saw my purple suit on the couch, and my eyes went wide.

I grabbed it without Y/n noticing, and hid it behind my back while I took her upstairs to the bathroom to clean the side of her head.