⁠☞ narry one-shots

✎ jumped

quick note : this was one of the first narry pieces i've written (don't worry it's from a few months ago so my writing style hasn't changed much.) I hope you like it.

unedited (but I don't think my grammer is too bad)

Harry's POV:

Ring. Ring.

My phone erupted in a cacophony of continuous ringing.

I swear to the fucking gods. If this was Olivia crying to me at 3 am about her problems with a new non-existent boyfriend I will mess her up so badly by...um...er... feeding her fridge to the giraffes. Yeah. That's it.

Ring. Ring.

I buried my head deeper into the pillow, trying to drown out the horrible alarm. Oh my god. What if it's Liam getting back at me for throwing him up a wall.

I chuckled at my little joke trying to think of more possibilities.

But, no, that godforsaken phone just kept fucking ringing.

Just pick up that damn phone Harry! It's not that hard!

"Hullo?" I sluggishly brought the object to my face, my mind foggy with sleep.

"Good Evening. Is this Mr Styles?" The voice professionally questioned.

"Uh-yeah. Who's asking?" I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

Who was this person?

"Hello Mr Styles. This is Doctor Akai from the St Lawrenceville Hospital. You are an emergency contact for Mr Niall Horan who was brought in a couple of minutes ago. Do you know him?"

All the blood drained from my face and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I immediately sprung out of bed and started to dress, ignoring the sudden head rush.

My voice trembled as I answered, "Y-yes. He's my boyfriend. Is he alright?"

"I'm sorry Mr Styles, but I cannot disclose anything through a call. We would like for you to come to the St Lawrenceville Hospital as soon as possible. Don't stress, your boyfriend is in good hands."

"O-ok. Bye." I ended the call quickly, my mind in a daze.

Suddenly everything sunk in. Niall Horan, my boyfriend, was in hospital. And I was sleeping, while he was probably scared and hurt. I needed to get to the hospital asap!

I clumsily snatched my keys from the hook and dashed to my car. Sloppily turning the ignition, I literally karate kicked the pedal to China with the amount of force I stomped it with.

My mind was zooming through so many thoughts and guesses before it returned to a sort of daze. The daze travelled with me all throughout the journey and suddenly disappeared when I parked in the hospital carpark.

Almost tripping over my feet, I scrambled Into the building. My eyes flickered across the sterilised walls and landed on the reception desk.

"Boyfriend...Hospital...Now," I double over panting in front of the reception lady.

She smiled at me with kind eyes, "Who are you here for honey?"

Why was she smiling?! My baby was in the fucking hospital and she was smiling?!

"Niall...Horan," I managed, still regaining my ability to breathe.

"Room 344 love," she stood up as if to show me the room but I was already rushing away.

Maybe it would have been faster if I received the help from the lady, but all was forgotten when the golden door was in my sight.

Nervousness bubbled inside me and I burst through the door. My mind was praying that Niall was gonna be okay.

The two figures in the room startled in their places. One was a doctor with a long white coat and a bright blue mask. The other was cover with bruises, dried up blood and swellings and i felt extremely sorry for the gu-Wait, fuck no!

Fucking hell! That messed up, mangled man was Niall! My sweet darling was Niall horribly hurt!

"Harry?" He rasped.

I immediately ran up to him and engulfed his petit body in a bone crushing hug.

"Owwww. Harold!" he whined.

I started frantically checking over him, totally ignoring the doctor who was patiently waiting to the side.

Anger erupted inside me, "Who the fuck did this to you? When did this happen? What happened? Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Why didn't you call me? Fuck, I knew I should have come with you to that party. What did they do to you? Are you okay? Wait I already asked that."

My boyfriend tried to chuckle but only grimaced instead.

I could tell my face was turning red as his pain only fed into my raging fire.

"Haz. Calm down baby. I'm alright. I got jumped. Just got some bruises and broke my arm. That's it." He places a cool hand on my cheek and I leant into its soothingness.

"You got fucking jumped?!" I shrieked, my voice going octaves higher.

I bet Zayn would be so jealous.

"Yeah. By some college kids. The police have already got them in custody. Justice has been prevailed." He gave me a small smile and I couldn't help return it.

"I was so worried, love," leaning down towards him, I planted a kiss on his nose.

He giggled softly, "Sorry."

"Don't you ever scare me like that again, darling."

He suddenly lowered his voice and widened his eyes, innocently.

"Are you going to punish me, daddy ?"

My face flushed and my eyes darkened, " Fuck baby boy. I'm going to punish you so hard you won't remember your own name tomorrow."

The doctor suddenly cleared her throat and we sprung backwards, both of our faces turning bright pink.

She was smiling smugly, " Keep the kinky sex talk out of the hospital room, boys. Is it too much to ask?"

Our blushes deepened and Niall hid his face in the crook of my neck.

The doctor burst into hearty bouts of laughter and we couldn't help but join in.

The embarrassment was still high in the air though, for me and Niall at least. The doctor kept jabbing us with horrible jokes and low blows.

Thank god for the discharge papers.

I was so relieved to finally bring my baby home and into my arms once again.

my space :

okay...so I feel like I am making Harry a bit dramatic and cheesy.

BUT ITS SO DAMN CUTE!

I can do something more toned down and platonic if you guys don't like it.

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T xx