Harry Styles imagines

Worried Sick About You

It was early in the morning when your phone went off. You just finished a 30 hour shift at the hospital and were on your way home when you looked at your phone as you already sat in your car still in front of the hospital and saw your husband's name pop up on the screen, together with a picture of him you took at his birthday party a few months ago.

You were quite surprised that he called at this time, looking at the fact he was in a different time zone and normally called later in the day.

The singer was currently on his first world tour as a solo artist after getting out of the band One Direction. To be specific, he had one more show tomorrow night, the final show of his tour and then he'd finally come back home to London after so many months of not seeing each other.

You missed him dearly, only seeing him over face time or on the phone. The last time you were with him was when he performed in the UK a month ago, so since then, you pulled even longer shifts at the hospital to keep your mind distracted and you could at least forget a little bit how much you really missed him. 

You would have gone with him on tour if you could've left work but as a doctor it was quite hard to be able to do that.

He should have just finished his first night in LA when you looked at the time on your phone and quickly did the math in your head before you picked up and held the phone to you ear.

"Hey Haz, how was the show?" You asked with a smile on your face, knowing he couldn't see you but talking to him always made you so happy.

"Hey my love, it was good, just got home now." He told you. 

You noticed his voice was raspier than usual, even more strained then you knew it. You heard him sniffle a bit on the other line. He sounded as if his nose was plugged, as if he was sick.

You were worried almost immediately, remembering you told him to take care on tour especially when it slowly came to the end. Harry was extremely overworked and finally needed some time off, but instead they kept adding shows, making it hard for him to get some time off to rest his body and his voice. The past few weeks, you couldn't wait for him to finish tour and get some proper rest and with that one final show tomorrow night, it would finally happen, but now that you heard him like this, you were worried about his well being and him having to go on stage so soon again didn't help to ease your concern.

"Babe, you don't sound so good, are you okay? Are you sick?" You asked him.

"No, no, I'm fine, don't worry, love. Just a little cold, nothing too serious." He assured you.

"Alright then, why did you call so late by the way, don't you want to get some sleep after the show?"

"Yeah in a minute, I just wanted to call you quickly, to hear your voice. I...I really miss you, Y/n. Wish you could be here for the final show, it's gonna be special. Couldn't stop thinking about you the whole day." He admitted, making your heart hurt.

You knew how important this final show was to him. He was so proud of this whole tour and so were you, of course he was sad that you couldn't be there for his last show, you were too.

"I really miss you, love." He said again.

"I miss you more, honey and I'm so sorry I can't be there to support you and watch you wrap up the tour, but I want you to know that I'm so, so proud of you and this tour. I love seeing you this happy because I know this is your favorite thing to do. You deserve all the love you get from the people around you and your incredible fans. I know how much you love them. I'm really sorry I can't be there, Harry. I'll make it up to you, I promise." You told him, sincerely sorry and it hurt you that out of all the people, he wanted his wife to be there, but you couldn't.