Harry Styles Imagines

Not Your Fault, P.2

A whole day passed. You were still unconscious, your body showing no improvement. At least you were alive. Harry had called your parents and they kept calling every hour, concerned. Gemma dropped at the hospital and left after an hour, along with the other boys, even though they all offered to stay the night with Harry. But he refused, saying that you were here because of him, so if you were going anywhere, it'll be with him...

At the Hospital, Day 3

Harry's P.O.V

"It was never a mistake to fall in love with you, those words were..." I know she can't hear me but I can't help but talk to her. It was so easy for me to be with her and open my heart out, and now I had left all my anger and frustration with my management who decided to make the tour even longer, on her. I love my fans with all my heart, but I never had enough time to spend time with the person who stole my heart. My angel. "I should have just stayed at home with you...Maybe I could have come home earlier....it's my fault...." She looked so weak, scars and stitches on her skin all over her body. ''You need to stop blaming yourself Harry." "But Lou, it was my fault!" I knelt down beside her and rested my head on her hand, which used to wrap around me for hugs and ruffled my hair, but now it laid there looking lifeless. "The needle would be so painful...Liam, you know I can't kill her right?" I said as my started to water. "You can't kill anyone, and you didn't." 

Your P.O.V

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Where am I?

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Why does everything hurt so much?

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What happened?

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There's a heaviness on my right hand. It also felt wet.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's my fault...."

I heard whispers of a very familiar voice.Harry.I lifted my left hand and placed it on top of his head, slowly opening my eyes after what felt like an eternity. "Y/N?!" I heard another known voice. Niall...

Hearing my name, Harry quickly raised his head from my hand and covered his mouth in shock. "H-Haz?" "Baby..." He hugged me tight. I flinched a bit as he touched my neck, where it hurt a lot. "Did I hurt you? Do you need water? Are you okay? Does it hurt?" He blabbered out questions. "Harry?" "Yeah?" "Are you okay?" "What?" "Are-Are you okay? You seem a bit...panicked..." "Oh! Well, um" "Y/N! Your awake! How are you feeling?" I looked to the left to find an unknown face. "I, yeah! I mean...My whole body hurts but...I really can't remember a lot from last night..." "Today's a Tuesday." "Tuesday?! I've laid here for...uh...3...3 days?" "Yes. I'm Dr.John, by the way. I must say, you're a strong fighter." "Heh, thanks but....Why?...I...What happened?" "What do you remember last?"

"I was in the car, listening to music, on the way to the park, the signal was green, I moved forward and...I woke up in the hospital...Yup, definitely something happened." "You met with an accident. Drunk driver, wrong signal, wrong road. I said that you're strong 'cause when you came in, you had lost a lot of blood and needed a lot of stitches and cast." "Ah...that explains why I can't move my leg or....anything else..." "I'll leave you guys alone, call me if you need me. Your vitals seem fine." "Sure."

"Y/N, I'm sorry." "Uh, why?" "You wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for me..." "Wait...You were the drunk driver?!" "No, silly, he keeps saying that if you would have stayed home with him...I mean, if he would have stayed home with you, this wouldn't have happened." "Not true. I wanted to go for a walk anyway, I'm glad I got hurt, alone." "Y/N, are you mad at me?" "Shouldn't I be the one asking that? I mean, you had a  meeting with Ben Winston. Are you-" "Of course not! Are you crazy? You got into an accident because of me and you're asking for my apology?" "HARRY IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT!" You scream whispered. He broke down into tears. "I'm sorry Y/N, I truly am. I love you so much, I shouldn't have said all those things to you, they made our tour longer, and I was so angry and-" "I know Harry. I know your tour was extended. Maya told me, because even Liam was not happy about it. It's not your fault. 8 months without you is hard for me too! But...never mind" "But wha-" "I'm sorry son, I couldn't come- Y/N!" Anne exclaimed. "When did you wake up" "Some time before." "Are you okay my dear?" "Yes, I am. How are you?" "Oh, you know, I'm good. When can you go back home?" "Tomorrow, if no other complications." Liam replied.

A few hours later.

You're alone with Harry, and you're sitting up right now.

"Haz." "Hmm. Yes babe?" He said, blowing on the spoon of soup before bringing it near your mouth. It was your favorite. Sweet corn. "Can I have an ice cream tomorrow?" 'Wha- What?" "An ice cream. Tomorrow." He chuckled. "You're still sick." "So? Who cares? I-" I care." Shhh..I know you care Harry but I need ice cream to feel better!" "I can't buy you ice cream, but I'll take you somewhere," "I can't walk." "Let me finish. I'll take you somewhere on a wheel chair." "Heh, that rhymes." "Heh, now finish this." "Heh, stop mocking me." "Heh, shut up. Eat. Open your mouth." "Aaaaaaa'' "Good girl." I laughed. "What?" "You know when you say that to me?" "Say what?" "Good girl." "When?" "When I obey you. In bed." He blushed. "You look like a fire truck." "Hey!" He whined, "I say that when you obey me, which is not very often is it? In bed or not, your naughty." "Hazza!" I whined.