Harry Styles Imagines

Wreck.

i know multiple people requested this one so here ya go

(Y/N P.O.V)

"God you're such a pain in the ass why is everything I do a problem with you." Harry yells back.

"You know what, fuck this, I can't do this not right now." I say frustratingly and turn to walk away, until I feel a strong pull on my wrist

"Where do think you're going? You don't get to walk you of this." He says sternly, almost yelling.

"Let me go Harry." I try to break free.

"No."

"Harry let go." I demand and slash my wrist out of his grip and head straight for my car keys and out the door I go.

I get to my car and just let it go. I start bawling my eyes out. God I hate fighting with him, I hate it so much. Fuck I don't even remeber what we were fighting about, probably something stupid.

After about five minutes my tears are gone and eyes dry, I start up the engine and hit the gas pedal.

About thirty minutes, I decide to head over to my favourite coffee shop. I'm stopped at a red light waiting for the turn light to go green. As the light changes I start making my turn before I hear car horns going off.

Then everything goes black.

(Harry's P.O.V)

I look down at my bloody fists, my knuckles split open and bleeding onto the floor from punching to many holes in the walls.

What the fuck were we even fighting about. I don't fucking care all I know is that she left and she's not answering her phone, well not that I've been paying attention I couldn't hear shit over splintering wood

God what if this was it. What if she's not coming back. What of this is for good. She can't leave, I can't live without her, she's my everything. Why? Why do I pick a fight with her.

I'm broken from my thoughts when I hear my phone ringing. I rush over hoping it's Y/N calling me back but it's too late, the phone stops to when I get to it. But something else catches my eye.

A fuck ton of missed calls from my mum and the boys combined followed by a plethora of texts telling me to pick up my phone or something else along those lines.

Just as I'm about to call Louis back, Liam's names starts flashing about cross the screens and I answer quickly.

"About fucking time mate, what the fuck." He exclaims angrily, but there's a certain amount of worry in his tone.

"Sorry I was a bit busy." I state not really wanting to tell him about what happend.

"Too busy to answer your fucking phone." He spits.

"Is there a reason behind all these damn phone calls or are you just trying to waste my time." I spit back just as angry.

"Yeah there is a reason behind all these damn phone calls but seeing as they're just a waste of time I guess you don't want to know that your girlfriend's just been in a wreck." He shoots back, and I freeze.

My heart just stopped.

My baby in a wreck.

Tears immediately pool in my eyes and whatever anger or frustration that I had before, all gone.

"L-Liam where are you now? Where's Y/N? Is-is she ok?" I ask shakily, not really knowing if I want to know the answer.

"I'm at the hospital with the rest of the boys and your mum. Y/N is also here but she's in surgery." My heart just broke on two.