Harry Styles imagines

Accidents Happen

You stood in front row at your boyfriend's show, cheering for Harry and the other three boys as he smiled and waved at you. So far, the concert went on without any problems, but knowing the boys and how they could be during their shows, there probably would be something at this show too.

You watched as Harry started running and dancing around across the stage, but slipped on water from a previous water fight of Liam and Louis. Harry fell hard on stage, knocking Liam over with him. You winced as they both hit the stage pretty hard and watched them both slowly getting up again, checking for injuries. Liam was fine, dancing to the song again, but Harry slowly hobbled to his mic stand on stage. You knew he was probably in lots of pain, but tried to hide it.

The song finally came to an end and Liam, Louis and Harry hurried backstage while Niall talked to the audience. You instantly ran backstage to meet them, finding him seated in a couch, his head resting against the wall.

„Harry!" You said, running towards him. He looked up at you, trying to smile, but you could see the tears in his eyes, threatening to fall down his cheeks.
You leaned down, cupped his cheek and pressed a soft kiss on his lips before you examined his foot. It had already swollen a lot and you watched as Harry tried to ignore the pain when you gently touched it.

He winced. „Don't keep pressing on it." Harry whined.

You sighed, taking his hands and pulling him up on his feet, letting him lean on your shoulder for support. „Harry honey, you can't go on stage like this. You can barely walk and not even stand."

„I have to finish the show though. I'm fine." He tried to walk on his own, but stumbled and you and Louis caught him just in time before he would have fallen down.

„Harry, you need to go to the hospital, you're clearly not fine."

„I will after the show." He kissed you quickly, then gripped onto Liam for support.

„Promise?" You asked him, not sure if you should believe him.

„Promise." He assured you with a weak smile before walking out on stage again.
You sighed, hoping he would be okay out there.

When the show ended, you hurried to Harry's side, taking his weight from Niall and letting him lean on you, his arm holding tight onto you as soon as he hobbled backstage. Harry bit his lip out of the pain he was in and you helped him to get into the car.

„What about Niall's birthday party?"He asked tiredly.

„No birthday party for you tonight." You shook your head. „You need to get you foot checked out." You started driving towards the hospital.
There you were, arriving at a waiting room full of people, waiting to get examined and nearly tripped as Harry could barely walk and place any weight on his foot.

Fortunately, a doctor quickly got you in a room and sent Harry off for X-Rays. When he came back, a nurse laid an icepack on his foot and he leaned back into you with a sigh.

„How are you feeling?" You asked worriedly, running your hand through his soft hair.
He just shrugged and leaned with his head against your shoulder. „Does the ice help the pain?"

He nodded slowly. „A little."

You pressed a kiss on his cheek and waited for the doctor to come back. A few minutes later, he eventually came back with the results and you saw Harry's head drop when the doctor told you the news.
His foot was fractured and he would be in a boot for four weeks. The doctor put the boot on his foot and gave Harry some painkillers. Together, you pushed your way through the paps in front of the hospital, trying to protect Harry as he limped his way through the crowd.
You made it to the car and drove back home. Harry looked crushed and your heart hurt at the sight.

„Haz, it's gonna be fine. It's just four weeks."

„I know." He answered and intertwined his fingers with yours.

„Do you still want to go to Niall's party?" You asked, trying to cheer him up.

„No, can we just go home?" He asked.

You nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. „Sure."

„I hate this boot." Harry huffed on you way into the house while holding onto your hand.

„I know you do, but it will help your foot heal faster." You told him and let him sit down on the couch. „Does it still hurt a lot?"
He nodded.

„I'll get you an ice pack." You said and got to the kitchen to get it and hurried back. „Harry Styles, what do you think you're doing?" You rushed to his side as you saw him limping around without the boot on.

„Harry you have to wear the boot, what are you doing?" You led him back to the couch.

„I hate it, Y/n." He said as I lifted up his leg, placing it on the couch with a pillow underneath his foot.

„Look. If you've broken your foot, you need to put the boot on. They just wrapped it up and specifically said you needed to only take the boot off when you're changing the wrap." You explained.

„It's suffocating me already." He whined.

You knew he would be like this, but he was in a lot of pain since he fell and you just wanted to help him and do what was best for him.

„If you put the boot on, it will help the fracture heal faster." You sat down next to him. „It won't heal if you walk around with a broken foot like that."

„It's uncomfortable." You handed him the ice pack as he said that.

„The sooner you put it on, the faster you can walk normally again." You told him, fixing the wrap around his foot. He rolled his eyes.

„That sounds nice though..." He admitted.

„Put the boot on, now."You commanded.

„Will it make you happy?"

„It would make me extremely happy." You pressed your lips on his.

„Fine, but can you help me put it on?"

„Of course my love, anything for you." You smiled.

„Be careful though, it really hurts."

„If you didn't take it off in the first place, it wouldn't hurt to put it back on now, so that's on you." You let out a laugh.

„I know, I know." He rolled his eyes again and I helped him getting the boot back on. „Thanks love."

„You're welcome."
You let him lie on the couch to rest a little while and went into the kitchen to make you two something to eat.

„I swear, how do people do this, wearing this thing?" Harry came walking into the kitchen, luckily with the boot on.

„Well, if you didn't have it on right now, you couldn't even stand straight and wouldn't be able to walk around like that." You handed him a plate with his dinner.

He took it, thanking you still with a frown on his face and you watched him slowly walking to the dining room.

„You know, you're so stubborn sometimes." You shook your head, laughing.