Harry Styles Imagines

Not your fault

Your P.O.V

"Why aren't you dressed yet Y/N?" Harry asks, showing no emotion in his eyes. We have been going on dinners and meetings with producers, directors and agents for the past few days now, and you were really tired and was actually sick. Today was a Saturday, and when you thought you'd have some alone time with Harry, there was a last minute dinner planned. "Harry I'm not feeling well, can I sit this one out?" "No. Everyone's bringing their dates, so you must come." "HARRY! STOP. I'm sick. I'm tired. I have been coming with you for the past days and I was just sitting there chatting, I really didn't NEED to be there. You never let this happen to me Haz. You've changed." His eyes darken. "What do you mean I-" "Hey guys! Ready to go? We'll be late if we...Are you not coming Y/N?" "No." "Yes. Yes she is Liam." "NO I'M NOT." "It's okay if she doesn't come Harry." "No it isn't Lou.Y/N. get dressed." "Please Harry! I'm sick. I swear, you're letting these things get to your head." "I DON'T THINK I ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION ON MY ATTITUDE.GO GET DRESSED Y/N." I was surprised at how his voice rose. He never shouted at me like that. "Come on Harry, let's go, it's okay." "Niall...Fine. It's my fault anyway, I shouldn't have fallen for her..." He picked his coat and stormed out. The boys looked at me sympathetically, I smiled in return. "Are you-" "Yes. I'm fine. You'll be late, go now."

As soon as they left you went into the bedroom and started to cry. His words kept ringing in your head. "It's my fault anyway, I shouldn't have fallen for her..."

Harry's P.O.V

"What was that for Harry?" "She was being a b*tch! She's always tired when I need her for something, always "sick."" He made air quotations. "Are you kidding Harry? She is actually sick. She's doing her majors, she works, she comes with you for all these shit, I mean come on, even we hate going for these things." "No use saying that anymore, we're here. Ready Elen?" "Of course."

"Sorry for the short notice boys,but thanks for dropping by.Oh, by the way, where's Y/N?" "I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "She-" "She's sick and tired, decided to rest at home. She said she's sorry,Ben." Niall cut me off. Before I could say something, Ben started talking. "Oh please, that's alright. I would be concerned if she was here, actually. I saw your schedule for the last week and it was pretty busy. She has to put up with her own job and exams and studies as well, right. You're lucky Harry. You've got an independent woman who loves you for who you are!" He smiled widely. All the boys looked at me with pity, sadness and a glint of anger in their eyes, probably from the thing that happened at home. "Yeah, I am a lucky man." I smiled, heart filled with regret. Is the fame changing me? "Anyway," Ben proceeded.

We discussed about the next tour and album release dates, had dinner and talked about our families. 2 hours has passed. Suddenly, my phone started ringing. "Uhm..it's an unknown number...Excuse me." I stood up from the table and went to the restroom. "Yes?" "Am I speaking to Harry Styles?" "Yeah?" "Are you related to Y/N Y/L/N in any manner?" "Yeah, she's my girlfriend..." "Right. She has been in an accident and is in a critical stage right now, it would be a great help if you come in and sign some papers for us, please." I was shocked. "Mr. Styles?" "Y-Yeah sure. This is Edenbrook, I believe." "Yes." "I'll be there in 20." The line was cut. I ran to the table. "I-I need to go." "What's wrong Harry?" "Y/N's in the hospital, she met with an accident, it's critical and..." I broke down. "Hey she'll be alright. Come on, we'll come along." "Sorry Ben we-" "It's okay, now go quickly."

"We're here for Y/N-" "Thank Gosh! Please go up to the 2nd floor, you can meet the doctor in room 106." "Thank you." I hope she's alright. I hope she's okay. Please don't leave me Y/N, please. "You're Mr.Styles?" "Y-Yeah. How's Y/N?" "See, I need to be honest with you. She's not in a good state. She had a concussion and her left leg is fractured. She's having some stitches on her knees and lower back and there's bleeding and...she needs to have a Laparoscopic surgery and we need the permission from a relative and well, you're the first on her medical file here so...The faster you do it, the faster we can save her." "Where do I sign?"

30 minutes passed. I'm pacing around the hospital, and the boys are trying their best to calm me down, but I can't help but think this is all my fault. A nurse came by 10 minutes back and told me to collect some clothes of hers and Louis took my keys and offered to help. I should have just let her sit at home in peace. Maybe I should have been there with her. Maybe, I should have forced her more to come with me. "Harry there's something..." "What is it Louis?" He was panting, probably because he was running. "I found a note from Y/N and-" I snatched it from his hand.

"Dear Haz, I'm sorry I'm not the girl you've dreamed to be with and I know I'm not perfect or beautiful or special and I'm literally nothing compared to the girls you've dated and you could be dating now instead of wasting your time on me. I don't know if you'll read this or not but...I just want you to be happy.If it's not me who gives you that, then I'll happily walk out of your life, but I'll always love you and the boys, like I always did. I'm just going out for a walk in the park and maybe then to our secret little spot we usually escape to...

I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry.

 Love, Y/N."

Fuck.I did this? I actually did this. I never thought I was capable of killing someone. And, what does she mean by she's not perfect? She IS perfect. She IS the best thing that happened to me. She IS the one who taught me what real love was. I sat down and ran my hands through my hair and covered my face. "She'll be alright Harry...She's a strong woman, she loves you, she won't leave you like that..." "She-she-she wouldn't...But I did! I don't deserve her! I don't deserve to be happy! I don't deserve her love! I-I-I hate myself for doing this, I killed her Niall!" He hugged me tight, while the boys comforted me. 

40 more minutes passed. I saw her doctor come out and jumped to my feet. "Is she alright? Will she be fine?" "You're girlfriend is a very strong woman. She's a fighter. A survivor. She lost a lot of blood, and we genuinely thought it was too late but...looks like your girlfriend made it! We've changed her to the general room, you can see her now, but one person at a time, and no noise." I nodded and ran into the room she was in.

Her heart monitor beeped occasionally, her breathing pattern was still a bit improper. She had a cut on her leg and stitches on her knee, plastered forehead a neck support. I sat next to her. "I'm sorry..." A tear rolled down my cheek. "I  really am...You deserve so much more, Y/N, I'm a jerk...I'm sorry." She laid unconscious. "I don't know if you hear me but I love you, and you are perfect, princess."