Harry Styles One Shots

Easter

A/n// Happy Easter!

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I was cooking potato salad for a picnic my mom was having for Easter. I recently got out of the hospital, three days ago, because I broke my ankle. At least now I know that 13 stairs are too high to jump off from. I've never had a problem jumping off of my mothers house stairs before, I don't know what happened. Harry almost had a heart attack, as well. It wasn't technically the best welcome home gift; getting a call on your way home to come to the hospital because his girlfriend decided to be stupid.

He laughed when he saw me, saying I was the dumbest person there was, next to Niall.

I'm supposed to be on bed rest, but I've never missed an Easter picnic. And every holiday, its my job to make the potato salad because I have a secret recipe no one knows about that makes it good. My mom can't make potato salad for her life, even though its so simple.

"Y/n?" Harry called from upstairs. He must have finished his shower. "Downstairs!" I called back. I heard his heavy footsteps coming down. I stayed at his house the past few days because he said I'd be tempted to jump down the stairs again if I was with my mom. "Why are you down here, you're supposed to be on bed rest."

I looked at him, seeing he was wearing his gray sweatpants that hung low on his waist, his Calvin Klein boxer waistband peaking. He wasn't wearing a shirt. "I have my crutches," I innocently pointed to them, by me.

I ran the hot, boiled egg under cold water, and began cracking it. "And plus, I'm in charge of making the potato salad."

"We aren't going to the picnic."

"What, why?" I asked him, turning around. "You just got out of the hospital, Y/n."

"Harry, but I'm okay."

He rasied an eyebrow at me, frowning. I placed the cracked boiled egg in a small bowl and cracked another egg. "Show me you're okay to walk, then, and we'll go."

I sighed, finishing cracking the egg, and grabbed my crutches. Putting them under my arms, he walked back, "Walk to me."

I did, with no difficulty. Until I got to him, and I almost fell. "You were in my way, that wasn't my fault." I said before he could even utter a word. He sighed and nodded, "Alright we'll go."

"I was gonna go whether you gave me permission or not."

"No you wouldn't of, because I'd lock you in the room."

"And I'd break my other ankle kicking the damn door down."

He sighed, and flipped me off. "Love you too," I rolled my eyes, and finished cracking all the eggs. I cut them up, and put the cut up pieces in the pot with the potatos. I emptied the jar of mayo into the pot and stirred it around. I seasoned it, and covered the final product with aluminum foil.

"Alright, that's done. Now, help me get dressed." I told Harry.

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It took two hours for the both of us to get ready. Harry had to bathe me, since I couldn't do it by myself. I almost fell; I wasn't allowed to get my cast wet, so we wrapped it in a bag, and I had to hold my leg out of the bath tub so just to be safe. Showering wasn't safe for me, so I took a bath. Harry was tempted to shower again, with me but I said no.

Harry told me to put on a dress so that it will be easier to put on.

"Harry, what am I going to do with my hair?" I asked, looking at the frizzy mess on my head. "What do you mean?"

"Its frizzy," I said. I could easily do my hair, reflat-iron it, but with me, it'll fall and I'd burn myself. That's what I told him.

"Alright, where's the damn flat iron?"