HARRY IMAGINE FOR CHELSEA :)
***Chelsea's P.O.V.***
"I'll be home in about ten minutes, love," Harry told me over the phone. I could hear the sound of his car unlocking in the background, so I knew he was in the parking lot.
"Okay, I'm making flamed chicken," I told him, carrying a tray of raw chicken outside to the grill. I sighed when I got outside, feeling the heat from the sun already making its way through the canopy tent Harry had set up.
"Wow, that sounds nice," Harry complimented. "But I'm gonna start driving now, so I'll see you in a few. Be careful around the grill," Harry cautioned, and I acknowledged his worries with a grunt.
"Okay, where does he keep the charcoal?" I wondered aloud. I searched for a good five minutes before finally finding some. I lit up the grill and threw the chicken on it, watching the flames dance around the food for a while.
After ten minutes outside under the boiling heat and surrounded by fire, I finally went into the house to grab a water. As I made my way back to the grill, I was interrupted by my phone buzzing.
"Hello?" I answered, drinking a swig of water.
"Oh my gosh! You will not believe what just happened!" my best friend squealed on the other line.
"Hm?"
"They are making a fifth Pirates of the Caribbean!" she yelled, squealing in delight.
I dropped my water bottle, my mouth dangling open. "Shut up. Are they really?"
"Yes! Captain Jack Sparrow returns!"
The two of us talked for a couple of minutes before I started to spell something burning. "Hold on. You can keep talking. I'm just gonna check on dinner."
As she talked, I walked outside. My eyes widened when I opened the door, and in my shock, I let go of the door, causing it to slam closed and hit my head in the process. "Shit!" I screamed, cutting off Y/BFF/N.
"Chelsea?" she asked as I took in the scene before me with a throbbing headache. The entire canopy was on fire, with the grill being the source of all the destruction. The fire was spreading quickly towards the plants, and from there, I didn't want to find out what happened. I went to move forward, but I suddenly got dizzy, and I fell to the floor with a yelp. "Chelsea! What's wrong?"
"My backyard caught on fire and I'm stuck outside and I hit my head," I cried, coughing from all the smoke.
"Where's Harry?!"
"Driving home from work," I coughed again, closing my eyes and holding my head.
"Okay, Chelsea, I'm calling 999. Don't move. Well move if the fire is coming towards you. But other than that-."
"Just call!" I interrupted her, hanging up the phone.
Knowing that she was dialing the police right now, I subconciously dialed Harry, my body getting even hotter from the persistent flames and my head getting even dizzier from the smoke and from the hit I took.
"I'm right down the street, Chelsea. No need to fret," Harry answered with a chuckle.
"Harry, I'm stuck outside the house and I hit my head and there's a huge fire," I cried, screaming as the flames leaped closer to me. I crawled over until I was backed against the wall of the house, my face growing warm from the constant exposure to the heat.
"What?! Okay, I'm running up the driveway now." Harry hung up, and I hugged my knees closer to my chest, trying to make myself a smaller target for the flames. Without warning, a piece of my t-shirt caught on fire, and I screamed as I laid down on the floor and started to roll around. Unfortunately for me, the rolling only made me dizzier, and I found myself unable to sit back up. My vision started to get hazy, and I felt myself start to overheat.

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