Harry Styles Gif Imagines

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I had gotten in a car accident in London and i was hospitalized for nearly a month. the crash was so bad that there was terrible news once i woke up from my three week coma.

my gay best friend, Harry was there when i woke. "oh god, you're awake!"

i smiled weakly at him and forced out a few words, "hey Harry."

he called the doctor and he came in, a nurse by his side. my parents soon walked in after them and they both started crying tears of joy.

"welcome back from your deep sleep Ms, (y/l/n)." Doctor Quevas said to me.

i just smiled at him, feeling more strength roaming around my body. i felt more awake and i was able to speak more clearly.

i was given a cup of water and drank it up. the Doctor and the nurse checked to make sure everything was in order and it was. but then he soon went into serious mode.

"Ms, we have some news to tell you. but we need him to get out of the room." he pointed at Harry

"what?" Harry said in a sassy voice.

"no, don't kick him out. he's gonna find out eventually. why bother wasting time on telling him later?" i said to the Doctor.

he nodded, "very well."

"good, now tell me.. what's wrong with me?" i said, sounding a little worried.

"well, the crash was hard and it damaged your spin badly and we ran some tests, hoping that it wasn't something to extreme. but after checking the results, we came across the fact that, you have 50% chance of not walking again and 50% chance that you will."

at that moment, my world came crashing down. tears filled my eyes and i was left speechless. Harry came over to my side and brought me into a hug. i can hear him crying and sniffling. i just held onto him.

"i'll give you all some time. excuse me." the Doctor left and we were all left crying.

"i'll make sure the one who crashed into you pays for what he's done!" my dad said with his jaw clenched.

he meant it. my dad is a cop here and he was the one that was called into the scenery first and that's when he saw that it was me. i was still awake during that time and i saw everything that happened. he was too busy trying to help me that he didn't even see who was the one who crashed into me.

"no.. there is no way that you have 50/50 percent chance of walking or not. there's no way that i'm gonna let that happen. (y/n), im gonna help you, all of us are gonna help you walk again." Harry said to me as he had my hand in his hands.

"you really think i'll be able to walk again?" i said, sniffling through my words.

"i'll make sure you do." Harry smiled, his tears still falling from his eyes.

i smiled at him and brought him into a hug. "thank you, Harry."

a few months later

these past months have been very difficult for me. at first, i would always cry out in pain when they tried to help me up. the first stage was very hard and painful. i didn't want to continue doing this. i didn't want to feel the pain anymore. i just wanted it to go all away. but they didn't give up on me. Harry and my parents helped me overcome my struggle. they help me look past the pain and go with it. we also ended up going to court two months into my recovery and Harry came along.

the guy, Mark was his name, ended up being sent to jail for the crash. he was sentenced to 10 years of prison for speeding, passing a red light, and for my incident. his family was there and they were all sad that he would be sent there, but they were also very disappointed. even though some of his family members hated us, they still felt bad of what he had caused me. my dad was still pretty pissed. he didn't like him at all for what he caused me.