Harry Styles Imagines || no. 2

3| Wounded

(Requested)

I was standing backstage watching my boyfriend perform, I clapped my hands together, cheering.

Harry finished singing a song, fans screamed with excitement, like me.

"Go, babe!" I yelled, He turned around where I was and blew a kiss.

He was jumping around the stage, holding different kinds of flags. Harry didn't look where he was going and slipped on the hard object a fan threw, falling harshly on the ground.

"Harry!" I sprinted towards him, I didn't care that thousands of people saw me, I only cared about Harry in this situation.

The crowd went silent, not expecting any of this to happen.

Harry's Perspective

I was awoken with a big headache, opening my eyes, I saw Y/N holding my hand, tightly while looking down. I realised that I was in the hospital.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice raspy. She immediately looked up, her eyes red and puffy, from I think was crying.
"Do you remember what happened?" She asked, ignoring my question.

I rubbed her hand with the pad of my thumb, trying to remember.

"I remembered that I was performing in front of many people, running across the stage with a flag then I fell hard but I heard you call my name before everything went black," I illustrated, she nods her head, listening to me.

"What happened after that?" I asked again, wanting more information.

Your perspective,
(7 hours earlier)

I called for security to come and carry Harry backstage, I followed them stressed.

"We need to bring him to the hospital, just to be sure," I stated, trying to be calm as possible.

Luckily a hospital was only a few minutes from the stadium where Harry performed.

1 hour later, the doctor walked out, approaching me.

"Is he okay?" I asked, my arms crossed.
"Yes he is, so you don't have to worry he's resting for now. The patient is severely injured from the fall, he has a huge bump on his head and a broken arm." He explained, I pursed my lip.

"He will be in a cast for a few weeks, you might need to assist him with his usual routine. He can go home later when he wakes up." He added, I understood, thanking him.

I entered the room and saw Harry peacefully sleeping, I took a seat next to the bed.

A few minutes of watching him. I thought of the fans, I sighed knowing that I'll need to explain what happened.

I went onto Twitter, my phone was on silent mode, my account was immediately flooded with comments, questions about what happened.

Your Twitter Usernames:

I know that most of you are worried about Harry right now, to the people who don't know what exactly happened, I will explain it to you.

During Harry's performance, he accidentally slipped on an object, making him fall harshly to the ground.

We rushed him to the hospital, everything is fine and now he's resting.

I am thankful for the lovely messages you all are sending Harry, Harry and I appreciate it, and I hope that you understand why we needed to cut the concert short, we truly apologise to the fans that attended that concert and not experienced the ending of it, I love you all. -Y/N

Present-day,

Harry kept quiet after I explained everything, I stood up kissing his forehead.

"I love you, Harry, I promise I will take care of you until your arm is healed." I grinned, while he asks me more questions.

I kept my promise, every day I would help Harry with his needs, giving him kisses and cuddling him until he falls asleep.

'He's like a baby but I'm loving it'.

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I'm sorry if this is not accurate, I'm not a doctor, just putting it out there.