FINE LINE (Harry styles comfort imagines)

TWENTY SIX

HELPING HAND

Request: hii, I've been obsessed with like teacher Harry but also gym Harry so could you combine the two? Teacher Harry who teaches P.E or is like the schools coach? And he coaches y/n? And he helps her without judging her and other stuff happens maybe?? Thank you!!

A/N: thank you for the request lovely!! Although some of these teacher x student stories are sexual this one is not. This one is just sweet and cute and is pretty random? But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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"Y/l/n you're late!"

Coach styles' voice rang around the gym, students jogging around the sides of the large building "sorry coach!" You called dressed in shorts and a random T-shirt as you began jogging beside your friend "well guess I've pissed him off already huh" you murmured to her as she glanced at you smiling "he's just in a mood... it's alright" she assured with a soft laugh and you sighed nodding just hoping she was right. "Keep it up! Good job." Coaches voice rang around again as a few students finished their fifth lap round the room. You watched multiple students soon come to stand in front of coach styles, including your friend, and you too walked over to coach who's green eyes immediately looked at you "miss y/l/n why are you not continuing your laps?" For gods sake he was giving you a hard time "what?" You spoke confused "six laps around the room, y/n. You're on your third. Three more to go."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes a silent groan bubbling up in your mouth before you took of running again, attempting to cut the corners off so you didn't make a fool out of yourself "all the way round y/l/n!" You groaned ignoring him but nonetheless began jogging round the whole room— completing the corners too. You were certain your legs were about to fall off as finally you completed your sixth lap... you swore coach styles had eyes everywhere but you knew he was just passionate about teaching you the correct way to do things. "Good job y/n. Now we're going to stretch ourselves then play a game of dodgeball." Dodgeball? For fucks sake. He couldn't be serious. "Coach we do dodgeball all the time can we not do something else?" You question getting a few looks of agreement and annoyance. Coach styles looked at you and raised his brows "well I was thinking about football but last time I checked you girls cannot kick a ball without tripping up and doing yourself damage." He was not wrong. Not wrong whatsoever. Actually he was incredibly right— only last week had ten of the 18 students in the class he teaches were bed-bound due to a twisted swollen ankle. "Well some of us have coordination issues." You stuck up for you and your friends, coach styles looking you in the eye "clearly."

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God was coach styles getting on your fucking nerves. He was so frustrating. You watched him as he bowed his head running his fingers through his hair which was slightly damp with sweat from how much running about he had been doing to help you all. "Y/l/n this is all on you!" He called the other side of girls having eight remaining and only you remained on your side "coach I cannot do this by myself!!" You yelled out to him. "Yes you can." Was all he said as a flurry of balls was suddenly chucked at you, you dodging them all miraculously and catching the last one— knocking them out instantly your team cheering coach styles smiling slightly from the side lines. "Good job! Keep it up!" He spoke to both you and the other team who were getting more and more aggressive due to you knocking several players out of the game until you were left with three players to knock out... great.

A shaky breath left your lips as you suddenly chucked a ball at one of the players the player dodging it perfectly. "Y/l/n hold the ball like this!" He showed you a technique and you did as he showed you, before tossing it at the player again getting closer to hitting them "yes! Just like that good job!" He eyed the other girls giving them advice here and there about to say something to you again, distracting you as suddenly and very abruptly a ball slammed straight into your face with such a force it knocked you down, a groan leaving your lips as you gripped your nose which was suddenly gushing with blood. A couple of gasps ran around— the girl who had hit you running to you "shit y/n I'm so sorry!" You only shook your head trying to cover how bad the bleed was "it's okay.."

The blood was dripping down your lips and chin and onto your T-shirt coach styles quickly dismissing the other girls for next class before he hurried up to you with what looked like a towel scrunched up "here apply pressure." He spoke crouching down beside you, you quickly using it against your nose which was already bruising "do you think it's broken?" You asked him nervously removing the towel to show him, expecting him to grimace yet he kept a perfect poker face "it's not that bad." He comforted hand resting upon your shoulder "an ice pack and some medicine should hopefully keep it at bay." He spoke reassuringly to you and you nodded accepting his help as he helped you stand up, hand grasping onto your elbow and hand to keep you steady as he stared at you "you good y/l/n?" He questioned, and you nodded not realising how much blood had escaped your nose but when you pulled the towel back and saw the amount of blood your stomach churned... oh you couldn't stomach blood. Your breath hitched "y/l/n?" He voice went slightly fuzzy and you glanced at him seeing three of him, your brows furrowing in confusion as he soon asked you a question one you couldn't hear— the towel dropping from your palm as your knees buckled beneath you as you fell face first into his chest... embarrassing, right?

"Woah? Hey... y/l/n? Jesus Christ..." he secured his grip on you staring down at your head as he tried to figure out what to do, until he heard footsteps seeing one of the girls from the team "hey Martha!" He yelled in the ginger girls direction watching her pick up her P.E kit "yes si- woah what happened to her?" "She fainted. Can you get the nurse for me? Now." He watched the red head girl scurry off and he sighed peering down at you before he shook his head "you've really knocked yourself for six y/n... wouldn't be surprised if next week you break your arm" he muttered playfully mainly, as if hoping you would crack a smile or roll your eyes— but you were fully unconscious.

The nurse checked you over and had eventually given Harry an ice pack to hold to your nose which was bruised but she said it wouldn't swell hopefully... but she advised him to keep you off of the dodgeball and any other activity for a while which he agreed to knowing it was probably what was best for you.

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A while passed a few hours at most— Harry had given you some lunch and made you drink orange juice to get sugar into your system until eventually P.E was the next lesson again. Crazy right? But it was P.E first thing in the morning and P.E last lesson of the day... the college was weird to say the least. "Coach styles?" You knocked lightly on his office door, not dressed in your P.E clothes due to the fact your top was covered in blood "y/n." He greeted with a smile "how are you feeling?" "Fine. Thank you. Uh do you think I could borrow a T-shirt? From lost property?" You questioned nervously watching coach styles nod as he stood up, "sure. Not that you're going to use it... but-" "why not?" You asked softly "I've been advised to keep you off dodgeball and any kind of sports and training until you're feeling better." He spoke calmly "but coach I'm" he only shook his head silencing you as you sighed softly watching him grab a T-shirt from somewhere before he gave it to you. You thanked him and quickly exited the room.

You got changed before headed to gym class where you sat down on the benches and just watched your friends play dodgeball. The T-shirt smelt of strong cologne— nice cologne... good cologne often made your stomach flutter with butterflies and you were certain it was just because you were a female... who knows? Certain colognes just knew how to drive people crazy. Coach styles made you keep an eye out for any foul play to keep you also in the game in some way or another before eventually the day was over but to your surprise coach styles stopped you "can I talk to you?"

You nodded and walked back with him into the gym area "I saw the way you position your body and it's a reason why you can't throw the ball far enough... here let me help you." His hands rested upon your shoulders as he positioned you in a certain way, his head close to your shoulder so he was eye level with what you were looking at "then do whatever you're more comfortable with— overarm or underarm and throw it." You nodded preparing yourself to throw it but that's when your stomach fluttered, the closeness making your senses tingle... that smell... the cologne... that was coach styles' cologne... you were wearing coach styles' T-shirt...— well. You blinked quickly shaking it off before throwing the ball "nearly- nearly. Try again." He gave you another ball making you try over and over again until eventually you had been successful and he looked at you smiling "good job, y/n. That's what I want to see when you play alright? When you're feeling better of course." You let out a small laugh and nodded "thank you coach" you murmured softly "Harry." He said and you stared at him confused "what?" "When I'm not teaching call me Harry." Your cheeks flushed red and you smiled glancing down "okay... thank you, Harry.... I'll see you around.." you spoke smiling gently waving goodbye to him before you exited the gym feeling your cheeks heat up further a small smile remaining on your lips. Coach really was something else.