Harry Styles Imagines

Your Child Gets Seriously Injured (Harry's P.O.V.)

I watched as the nurses took Y\S\N through the ER doors and out of my reach.

He was climbing a tree, and then he was on the ground screaming in agony. I saw my 7 year old son fall 30 feet from the tree, hitting the branches in his path as he went down.

(Y\N) was supposed to be watching him while I was barbecuing. She shouldn't have let him climb as high as he did. This shouldn't of happened. She should of been watching him.

I looked down at my blood stained shirt. I took it off as quick as I could. Leaving me with only a white undershirt on. The people in the waiting room stared at me, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to wear my son's blood like it was a fashion statement.

(Y\S\N) had just entered first grade. He hadn't even lived his life yet. He may never get to go to prom or have a girlfriend. He could change lives. But he may not even live past the age of 7.

I remembered when he was first born. I'd cried when I held him for the first time. No moment could ever be better than holding him. Than holding my first born child close to my chest.

(Y/N) rushed through the doors. Her cheeks were tear stained, and she looked like she was going to be sick. She'd been parking the car while I carried him in here.

I stared at her and for a moment, but only a moment, felt hatred towards her. I knew I shouldn't be upset with her. This wasn't her fault, and I knew that. But what if she had been watching him? She could of told him to get down.

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes red and scared.

"This is all my fault." She mumbled through her tears.

"No baby. No it's not. It's nobody's fault." I replied, my voice unstable.

I walked the short distance to her, then hugged her harder than I'd ever hugged anyone.