Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Someone Breaks In When He's Not There

It was late and you were lying in bed, waiting for Harry to get home from the store. You had been needing some cold medicine, and he didn't even asked if you needed it, he just said he would be right back and left. Suddenly, your ears picked up on a strange noise coming from the kitchen.

Thinking it was Harry, you groggily got out of bed and headed down. It was when you heard two voices whispering that you stopped in your tracks.

"Go search the rest of the house, these people look wealthy," one voice whispered.

Your eyes widened as you ran back into your bedroom, quietly shutting the door, grabbing your phone and locking yourself in the bathroom. You immediately dialed the emergency number and prayed that someone would be here soon.

"Hello, emergency services," the operator answered.

"I need police, there's someone in my house!" you whispered frantically.

"Okay, ma'am what's the address?" You told her the address and began to shake. "Okay, ma'am where are you in the house?"

"I'm in the bathroom in the master bedroom." The voices were getting closer and you were panicking. "They're in my bedroom," you whimpered.

"Okay, police are on their way, stay on the line with me."

You couldn't talk anymore and after a couple of questions, the operator understood and did her best to console you.

"Okay, ma'am, the police are right outside. They know where you are so just stay put until they call you out okay?"

"Okay, you whispered, relieved but not completely off the hook. You were finally able to relax when you heard the officer shout for the intruders to get down.

You assumed they were out of the house when a knock on the bathroom door made you jump up and open it. There, stood an older police man.

"You're safe now. C'mon love, your boyfriend is quite worried.

He led you out of the room and down into the kitchen where a frantic looking Harry stood. When he saw your shaky figure, he bee lined towards you and crushed you into his chest.

"Are you okay? They didn't hurt you did they? I'm so sorry I left! Baby, please don't be mad." A couple tears spilled out the corners of your eyes. "I'm sorry, c'mere."

You buried your face into his t-shirt. The officers took a bit of photo evidence before leaving the two of you alone.

"You're so brave you know that?" he said, cupping your face in his hands. You sniffled, the reality of your cold setting back in. "I'm just glad they didn't hurt you babe." He smiled sadly looking at the fear behind your eyes. "I'm here love, you're okay." He scooped you up and carried you back to the bed.

He put your small body back into the warm bed and wrapped the blanket around your body. You were still shaking, partially from adrenaline and partially from fear. Harry didn't even bother changing, he just kicked off his sneakers and placed his body next to you. Gently, he pulled you closer to him and pushed your face into the crook of his neck.

"You're safe... no one can harm you." You could feel the vibrations from his voice. It was oddly soothing to you.

"Harry?" you asked in a small voice.

"Yes my love?" he replied, running his long fingers through your hair.

"Could you keep talking? Or sing maybe?" you asked shyly.

"Of course I can love," he answered without any hesitation. "So there was this lady at the drug store..." He continued telling the story, but you found yourself drifting off quickly. "Goodnight (Y/N), try and sleep. I'm not going anywhere." That little bit of reassurance was enough to let you sleep, safely in the arms of your protector.