Harry Styles Imagines

[16] Request☆Faint.

Request for @mariamgeorge699

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I sat next to Harry, he looks through netflix desperately trying to find something to watch.

My head starts to feel heavier, I haven't been well all day. Its increased the more the day draws to a close.

I notice my empty cup still craving more tea that calmed my mind. "Do you want another drink babe?" Harry shakes his head, too concentrated on the TV.

I nod, getting up slowly trying not to make my dizzy head a problem for Harry to catch his attention too. I make my way into the kitchen grabbing some teabags and putting one in my cup. I grip the counter for leverage, feeling my body feel very weightless all of a sudden.

I start seeing double, my body sways side to side. My head pounds like a bass drum, echoes of a voice now becoming a memory.

"Mariam,"

"Baby, can you hear me?"

My conscious now a thing of the past, my body falls limply to the kitchen floor.

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Beeping is all I heard.

A slow pace beep.

I open my stubborn eyelids, a white washed room surrounds me. The lights blur as I gain focus again, I look to my left. Curly hair falls over my arm, my hand occupied with anothers touch.

I look down at my position, I lay on a bed. The same clothes still on my body that I wore previously. I wince at the shooting pain in my head, bringing up my free hand to rub my temple.

I look to my right, "Harry?" He lifts his head, puffy eyes meeting mine.

He smile intently, bringing a hand up to my jaw. His thumb rubs my cheek delicately.

"Take it easy, you passed out," I furrow my brows, processing the events that happened when I wasn't conscious.

His face is pale with worry. Footsteps enter the room, a tall man with a white coat and a clipboard in hand.

"Ah, Mariam," he clicks his pen, writing down notes onto his paper. "You're awake,"

"So?" Harry stands up, his hand leaving mine as he looks at the doctor. "Whats wrong with her?" He ushers for an answer.

"Well Mr. Styles, it looks like she is lacking quite alot of vitamins in her body,"

My eyes meet Harrys, his face becomes pale.

"And?" I ask the doctor, wanting to know more.

"You will have to have injections until I think you are well enough to stop using them," the doctor comments again, Harry sits back down groaning with his head in his hands.

My eyes widen at the thought of doing that, Harry knew this is my biggest fear.

"Doctor, I'm sorry but I'm not doing that," I swing my legs over the bed, beginning to put my shoes on ready to leave.

"Where do you think you're going," Harry stops me from moving, making me lie back down again.

"I want to go home, I think im well enough," Harry sees my distress, desperately trying to find an easier option.

"Is there an alternative?" Harry pleads, hoping for a different answer. I nod quickly, wanting to skip past the idea of an injection.

The doctor starts looking through his paper, skimming his eyes across so many words.

"Well, she could take vitamins," he circles something on his paper, "the ones that her body needs,"

Harry looks down at me, seeing how relief shone across my face. "We'll take them,"

The doctor nods, forming his a thin line. "Ok, I'll be back shortly,"