One Direction: Imagines and Short Story: Clean and Dirty..!

Clean Harry Imagine: for Makayla

"Please try and get some sleep, love!" Harry pleaded with you, but you just shook your head. You couldn't get to sleep even if you had wanted to, and you didn't want to. Because right now, reality was much more attractive to the mind than sleep was, at least in your case. If you slept, you would dream, and then dreams would turn into nightmares, and you would, for probably the fourth time this week, wake up screaming in a cold sweat, forced to witness the concerned, disturbed, and despondent look on your boyfriend Harry's face. But instead of arguing with him, which you both hated to do, you decided he was probably right, and so you lay your head down on your pillow and closed your eyes... As always, you woke up screaming, kicking, moving like a mad man, and drenched in sweat. Harry was immediately around you, his arms wrapped around your torso, whispering soothing words quietly in your ear. "Shhh, it's alright, Makayla, it's okay" he breathed.

You started to take deep breaths, but at the thought that your dreams were soon to become a harsh reality, you burst into tears, and Harry once more resorted to comfort and sooth you by singing in your ear. That morning might as well have been your own personal hell. You were barely able to get dressed, let alone eat breakfast without tears threatening to overcome you once more. The drive to the hospital was by far the absolute worst, though. You sat in silence, hands in your lap, biting you lip the entire car ride there. Harry could tell you were nervous, so he reached out his hand and entwined it with yours. His presence calmed you down more than any words could. You arrived at the hospital at the instructed time, two hours before the procedure. Walking up the cobblestone pathway, you thought to yourself that the outside of the building looked like a prison. Harry chuckled at the grimace on your face. The inside of the building was even worse, you thought. It smelled of fear and medicine. You traveled the four stories up the elevator to the "Cardiac and Critical Care" level, checked in at the front desk. While Harry talked to one of the nurses in charge, you made your way over to the waiting area, with it's hard chairs, old magazines, and static television set. Sitting there, you were able to catch a few parts of Harry and the nurse's conversation. "No, it won't hurt a bit... "And Makayla?" "We're using our strongest sedative. She wont be awake to feel a thing." "Okay." "And Mr. Styles..." "Yes?" "I must say, I truly do admire you and your love for this girl. I can assure you that we will be able to treat Makayla's cardiovascular disease, but we have yet to find a cure for a broken heart." Harry nodded solemnly and headed over to the waiting area to wait out the remaining time with you until the heart transplant. As soon as he saw you though, his face broke into what was a very convincing smile. He sat down next to you, and you leaned your head against his shoulder as he rubbed your thigh, singing to you softly. "But don't be scared, I ain't going no where..." he sang. You waited out the rest of the time asleep on Harry's shoulder. When you awoke, you saw Harry beaming down at you. "Wh- what are you doing?" you asked. "Makayla, sit up for me, babe. It is imperative that I do this now." "What are you talking about?!" You didn't know weather you were more confused or tired. "Makayla, I love you. And what I've gone through with you, your parent's deaths, your diagnosis, and our struggle to make things work despite your heart problem, has made me realize that I never want to lose you." Your eyes widened as Harry got to his knee and reached in his back pocket. "Makayla... will you marry me?" Harry said, pulling out the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen in your entire life. You didn't know what to say, but the vigorous nod of your head and the tears streaming down your face spoke louder than any words ever could. Harry stood up and wrapped his arms around you, and you had never been certain of anything, but you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life right here in Harry's arms. Someone cleared their throat, and you two broke apart and looked around. It was the doctor, and he beckoned you both forward. "Makayla, we're ready for you." You heart started racing and your breathing became faster. You weren't ready for this... Harry grabbed your hand, spun you around, and looked you straight in the face. His vivid green eyes rested on yours. "Harry, I can't-" "Makayla, you listen to me. Do you think I'd let you go in there if I wasn't one hundred percent positive that you'd make it out?" You shook your head. "And you will!" Harry continued. "It's just a heart transplant. These doctors," he said, nodding toward the group of doctors waiting by the door, "know what they're doing. And you're going to be fine. I love you so much!" And with that, he pulled you into his embrace, and planted his lips firmly but sweetly on yours, giving you the most passionate kiss he had ever given you. After what seemed like way too short of a time, he pulled away, and nodded towards the doors leading to the operation room. "Go..." he whispered. And five doctors in green cloaks led you through the operation room doors, the last thing you saw was Harry turning to smile at you, mouthing the words, "I love you", as two other doctors whisked him away.

- 12 hours later -

Walking out of the operating room, you looked around. The hospital didn't seem nearly as bad as it had before. You ran into the waiting room, expecting to see Harry, but instead you found it to be empty. You walked around the entire level looking for him. You became so pre-occupied in your search that you bumped into a passing nurse, nearly knocking her over. "Oh, I'm sorry!" you exclaimed sincerely, continuing to look around for Harry, expecting to see him walking around the corner or through the doors at any moment. "Oh, don't mind me, it's quite alright." the nurse said, but you hardly heard her. "May I ask who you're looking for? "Oh... just my fiancee Harry. He was supposed to meet me out here after they were done operating on me..." The nurse's face grew pale, and her eyes widened. Her face caught you by surprise, and you stopped looking around. "Oh my..." she whispered. "Are you- are you Makayla?" "Yes..." you whispered. Why was this woman so distressed? "I thought they would've have told you..." "Told me what?" You felt a single tear slide down your cheek as you finally realized where Harry was. Why he had been whisked away by those two doctors. Why he proposed right before your operation. You shook you head and denial. "No..." you whispered. Tears were steadily streaming down your face now. You waited for her response with baited breath. Waited for her reassurance that you were wrong. Wrong on so many levels. But when the nurse spoke, they were not the words you had been hoping to hear. "Sweetie... Who do you think gave you the heart?" And with that you sank to the floor, weeping.

Hope you like it Makayla sorry it is a sad one I have a romantic one coming up soon probably tonight ..