Harry Styles Injury and Sickfics

9. mugged

*authors note: wouldn't recommend if you are squeamish or have a trigger towards violence, blood and knifes :)*

It was around 10 o'clock at night on a warm 2018 evening, and harry is out having a much needed catch up with niall.

Niall: honestly harold, it's so nice to finally catch up with you! it's been quite a while!

Harry: yeah, i've had such a good night, and it is amazing to finally see you again.

Just then, harry's phone began ringing.

Harry: sorry niall, i'm just going to go outside and answer this call then i'll be back!

Niall: not a problem bud! take as long as you need.

Harry gave a thumbs up and strolled out of the pub they were in. There were two other lads out there smoking what harry could only assume was weed. He pulled out his phone and pressed answer.

Harry: hello?

Sarah: hey harry! 

Harry: oh hi sarah! what's up?

Sarah: i just wanted to call up and say that me and mitch are unable to come and do soundcheck tomorrow, mitch has caught an awful case of tonsillitis and he's just exauhsted.

Harry: okay that's fine! really hope he gets better and i'll find a date that everyone can do and reschedule! 

Sarah: great! thanks harry, have a great time with niall!

Harry: bye sarah!!

Harry hung up the phone, shobed it in his pocket and turned to go back into the pub, when he was faced with one of the men.

Harry: oh sorry! could i just squeeze past?

Like lightning, the man grabbed harry by the shoulders and pinned him up against the wall.

Man: empty your pockets.

Harry: you what?

Man: i said empty your pockets prick!

Harry looked around anxiously, trying to wriggle free from the strong man's incredible grip on him.

Harry: i'm really sorry, i-i just can't..

The man then pulled a knife out of his pocket and held it to harry's throat.

Man: empty. your. fucking. pockets.

Harry, now crying and trembling from pure fear, caved.

Harry: fine fine.. what do you want? money?

Man: how much you got?

Harry gulped.

Harry: u-uhm i t-think 480 o-on me right n-now..

Man: i want your phone too.

Harry: i-i really can't g-give you that..

the man then punched him round the face a good four times and grabbed his knife, jamming it into harry's lower stomach before dropping him to the floor and kicking him repeatedly. once harry was unable to move, he reached into harry's coat pocket and grabbed a wad of cash. then he heard footsteps coming and sprinted round the corner. he then heard a familiar voice.

Niall: harry?

he was left in a fetal position, struggling to breathe, respond, see or hear. His ears were ringing, his vision was going in and out of blurring and his breathing delayed.