Harry Styles Imagines

» feeling ill

imagine written by me, requested by MariamGeorge699

word count; 1.46k
point of view; third person

It's been a rough week for Y/N.

Her and Harry both being swamped with work haven't got the time to see each other. Harry has been writing and producing songs for his new album so he is gone about 10-12 hours in a day. Y/N has a YouTube channel and she works with her management company along with other popular YouTubers which takes up most of her day.

With all this work Y/N hardly takes time for herself anymore. When she comes home after a long day she just takes a quick shower then waits for Harry to get home. Once Harry gets home, he takes a shower and eats before they both go to bed. They exhaust themselves so much throughout the day that they spend about maybe 30 minutes with each other before passing out for the night.

After working for 8 days straight, Y/N decided to take a day off, and so did Harry unbeknownst to Y/N.

Y/N woke up at about 11:30 in the morning that day, a well deserved long rest, feeling a bit off. When she woke up she realized Harry was not beside her in bed when her hand was met with a cold sheet instead of a warm body. Usually before Harry leaves for work he wakes her up and gives her a kiss goodbye, but it was not like that today.

Y/N stood up from the bed, maybe a little too quick, and had to grab onto the bedside table as to stabilize herself from falling over. She changes her clothes and makes herself look more presentable in the bathroom before walking out into the living room.

When she got to the living room she was greeted by a smiling Harry who opened up his arms to her, which she gladly accepted.

"Good morning love, how'd you sleep?" He asked her.

She smiled up at him, her eyes still struggling to adjust to the light shining through the big glass windows in their home, "It was great, I really needed that much sleep," he smiled back at her then pecked her lips, "I missed waking up next to you this morning though."

Harry frowned, "I'm sorry babe, I only got up about 15 minutes before you did. I wanted to make sure I got some tea ready."

Harry gave Y/N a peck on the top of her head and got up from his seat to the kitchen.

Y/N sat for a minute with her eyes closed, trying to calm herself from the faintness she was feeling, until Harry called her name.

"Y/N love, do you know where we put the sugar?"

She goes to get up and walk to the kitchen and right as she's about to reach the kitchen counter, she falls over.

Harry turns around when he hears something hit the floor and sees Y/N laying on the ground. He rushes to her side.

"Oh god, baby what happened? Are you okay?"

He places a hand on her back and one on her arm and helps her sit up. Y/N feels a throbbing pain in the back of her head and grabs it.

"Babe, you're bleeding."

Y/N looks up at Harry in confusion and then down at her torso. He was right, and that's a lot of blood. She then looks at the floor where she had fallen and indeed, there was more blood. She takes her hand of the back of her head and notices the red liquid had coated her hand.

She looks up at the boy who is wide eyed by the sight of all the blood, "Harry I think I'm gonna die."

Harry breaks his seriousness for a second to laugh at her comment, "No, you're not gonna die, you just cut your head."