Harry Styles One Shots

Uh-Oh (short)

I held my head, as it started pounding. I looked at the side of my boyfriend, Harry's, brand new car. The front curve of the car was bent in, due to a car backing into you.

You skipped on getting groceries, and quickly went home, trying not to get noticed by any paps. I drove the car, carefully, into the garage and closed the door again.

I ignored my pounding head, and slowly walked to the door of the garage.

My heart was pounding just as hard as my head was. I think I hit my head, but I'm not too sure.

After in the house, I saw Harry in the kitchen next to me. The garage was right next to the kitchen.

"Hey, babe. Where's the groceries?" He asked, when he saw I didn't have anything with me. I went to answer, but was lost for a second. What did he say? "Do you need help?" He lightly chuckled. He lowered the heat on the stove, and walked towards me. My brain quickly functioned right this time, and I stopped him. "No!"

"No?" Confusion etched in his face as he looked at me. "I.. I.." Don't tell him! He'll hate you!

"You?" He circled his hand, signalling for you to continue. I didn't answer. "Y/n, are you feeling okay?" He asked. I only looked at him, my brain disconnecting once again. "Y/n."

"I'm okay." I think that's what he asked.

"Come on, I'll help you with the groceries."

"Harry, no!"

"What's wrong with you?" He asked. "Harry, something happened," My mouth moved before I could process it. "Don't hate me." My eyes instantly watered. "What did you do?" He asked. "It wasn't my fault!"

"Y/n, tell me what's going on."

"I think it's better I show you." What are you doing?!

We walked to the garage, and he looked around. "What? I don't see-" his eyes locked with the dented corner of his car. Some of the paint was chipped off.

His eyes widened in horror. He looked away from the car, and cupped my cheeks. "Are you okay?" He looked at my face, in my eyes, all over my body.

Wait, what?

"Y-You're not mad I got in an accident? Harry, I ruined your car-"

"Yeah, so?"

"Harry, your brand new car. The one you just got like, two weeks ago."

"Damnit, Y/n, I couldn't give two shits about that car when it comes down to the both of you. Are you okay?" He asked, more slowly, emphasizing that he asked me already. "I have a massive headache. I don't even remembering crashing. I just know I came home and I saw that, and I was so scared you'd hate me." I was crying now.

Harry wrapped his arms around me. "As long as you're okay, nothing else matters to me."