Harry Styles Oneshots

Twisted love (or ankle)

The evening had started perfectly. YN and Harry had spent the entire day together, wandering through London's quiet streets and stopping at little cafés and bookstores. The kind of day where time seemed to stand still, and every moment felt more intimate than the last. Harry had a way of making the world seem a little less hectic, a little more magical.

But as they left the cozy, dimly lit restaurant where they'd shared a late dinner, the weather had taken an unexpected turn. The clouds had thickened, and the gentle drizzle had quickly turned into a full-on downpour. YN had laughed at first, the sound of the rain against the cobblestones and rooftops almost romantic in its intensity.

"This is ridiculous," Harry had chuckled, tugging her close as they dashed to his car. "It's like the weather's trying to ruin our perfect evening."

YN chuckled as they drove off in Harry's car, looking at the streams flying against the window as they pulled into their shared apartment.

As YN stepped out of the car, the sound of raindrops tapping against the roof filling the silence between her and Harry. They had just finished dinner, and the night had taken an unexpected turn. The weather had turned from clear skies to a sudden downpour.

"Wait!" Harry called, but before she could react, a gust of wind made her stumble, her foot slipping on the slick pavement.

"YN!" Harry was at her side in an instant, his hands gripping her arms to steady her.

"I'm okay," she muttered, embarrassed, brushing off his help.

"Don't be daft. You nearly fell," he said, his voice laced with concern. "Let me get you inside."

But YN shook her head. "I want to walk," she insisted, but the truth was, her ankle hurt more than she cared to admit.

Harry didn't argue. Instead, he looped an arm around her waist, guiding her gently towards the door of their flat. When they got inside, he immediately guided her to the couch and sat her down.

"Let me see your ankle," he said softly, kneeling in front of her. His fingers were careful as he touched it, his eyes soft with worry.

YN bit her lip. "It's nothing, really."

Harry looked up at her, his expression serious. "If you don't let me take care of it, I'm going to worry all night."

She hesitated but then nodded, letting him remove her shoe and examine her ankle. It was swollen, and Harry cursed softly under his breath.

"I'm going to grab some ice," he said, his voice full of concern as he stood.

YN watched him disappear into the kitchen, her heart swelling with affection. She had never seen him so tender, so protective, and it made her realize just how much she meant to him.

When he returned, he carefully wrapped ice in a towel and placed it on her ankle. He sat next to her, his hand brushing hers.

"You're stuck with me now," he said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

YN couldn't help but laugh softly, her heart melting a little more. "Guess I am."

As the night wore on, the rain continued to pour outside, but inside their flat, it felt like a warm, quiet refuge. And for YN, it was the comfort of his care that made everything feel right.