Btw I used to make imagines all the time and I actually have a TON of them I make on my phone labeled "Harry" (and I would do the other boys but you know how much I love Harry. It isn't that I don't love the other boys that isn't true at all and I'm hurt you would think that but you know. Anyway I just keep adding to that note on my phone stories. I don't know, it was so if I wanted to read something cute about me and Harry (which I ALWAYS want to) then I can always read my imagines. But it means more when it's from people not you you know?
Today you went out. You really shouldn't have since it was stormy out and getting worse. You had just finished the last of the deeds you needed to do today and you were walking home. All of a sudden, the wind picked up, roaring loudly, and the rain was hard and rapid, pelting you all over. Defenses against the weather, you were pushed against a telephone pole and you slid down the pole until you were sitting down. You tried getting up, but moaned, sinking back down. Your back was in merciless pain. You were stuck, by a telephone poll, in pain, and in the middle of one of the biggest storms of the year. Great. All of a sudden you saw headlights, and a car stop a distance away from you.
Out stepped Harry, jogging up to you and kneeling down in front of you "Are you okay miss?" He asked, concerningly.
"No I'm actually not. I'm stuck in this abominable weather. I was struck against this telephone pull by the weather and now I'm branded against it and I can't get up because my back..." You trailed off. Harry was about you respond, when suddenly a huge gust of wind attacked you and the rain was heavy, pelting you. Harry hugged you close to him, being cautious not to hurt your back.
"Don't worry love I'll protect you!" Harry yelled over the harsh weather. You held Harry tightly, and snuggled into him slightly. After the weather decided to subside a little Harry spoke up.
"What's your name miss?"
"Naya." you said, weakly smiling at him. You were tired, wet, and in pain. You believed your back was bleeding. Harry noticed you were starting to drift so he picked you up carefully and carried you to his car. The last thing you remember were his gentle but strong arms.
