Harry Styles Imagines and one-shots.

I hit you with my car, but I'm the only one to come to see you in the hospital

I was in a hurry. My new job was starting today, and I was determined to be early. I was feeling unnaturally positive after a stressful week of nothing going right, and moving boxes into my new place. Everything was going to look up from here, I was sure. That's when I got hit by a car.

Yeah, a fucking car. I felt pain blossom in my stomach. I could barely breathe, sharp pain stabbed my chest. A large figure hovered into my line of vision. Right now I couldn't tell if it was male, female, or anything else, it was just a dark shape. The pain was making it hard to see correctly.

As he moved closer, the man's features sharpened. He was gorgeous, well-chiseled features, gorgeous green eyes. As my consciousness wavered in and out, I was starting to think he was an angel.

My hearing was going in and out too, but his voice sounded oddly deep, and slow as he sputtered apologies. Darkness closed around my consciousness.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. The sheets were comfortingly cool, and the room was surprisingly beautiful. Flowers filled the room, all different colors and types. I was amazed, who had put them all there.

A nurse appeared and smiled at me.

"You're awake, wonderful," she said sweetly.

"What happened?" I asked groggily.

"Well, You were hit with a car. It broke two of your ribs, and gave you a concussion," the nurse said solemnly.

"Oh, no," I said dismally. My work was going to kill me, couldn't even make it to the first day.

"Where did all the flowers come from?" I asked.

"Your boyfriend, he's so sweet, he visited so many times," she chuckled.

"Um, I don't have a boyfriend," I said. my face hurt to frown, but I was so confused. I didn't know anyone in this city.

Like magic, someone walked into the room with another bouquet. He looked familiar in an odd way, like maybe I'd dreamt him before.

"I'll let you two talk this out," the nurse said kindly, obviously thinking we'd had a lovers squabble.

"Um, who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Harry, the lovely bloke who hit you with my car," the sentence didn't warrant the charming smile he sent my way.

"Oh, so your voice is naturally like that," I mumbled.

"What?" He asked.

"When I was blacking out, I thought like, my pain was distorting your voice, but it is really deep and slow like that."

It took me a moment to realize how insulting that sounded.

"Ouch," Harry chuckled.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Your voice is really nice, just these pain meds are making me say weird stuff," I tried to explain.

"It's fine," Harry's eyes twinkled when he laughed, and I found it very attractive. "You could've said a lot worse to the person who broke your ribs."

"I suppose you're responsible for all these flowers?" I asked.

"Yeah, I feel awful," he looked sad now. I could tell he was being genuine.

"Well, thank you," I said awkwardly. He placed the flowers on one of the available ledges, there were hardly any left.

"These flowers really are beautiful," I said admiringly.

"Practically bought out the flower shop beside the hospital," Harry chuckled. "It was the least I could do, even though I have no idea if you even like flowers."

"I do, a lot," I laughed.

"Then it was worth it," he grinned. I felt myself blush.

"I've been here a lot," he said after a moment. "I've never seen anyone else come in, do you need me to like call someone for you?"

He took a chair beside the bed and looked at me earnestly. I was taken aback by his worry and concern. Most would just apologize and give me their information, but this boy was different, that was easy enough to see.

"Um, well, I just moved here actually. My parents, all my friends and relatives they live about six hours out. So no visits from them."

"Wow," Harry said sympathetically. "So why'd you move here?"

"I got a really good job offer," I shrugged. "I've always wanted to be a lawyer, so when I got this job, I knew I had to move."

"Oh dear," Harry tutted. "I hit a lawyer with my car, how deep in the hole will I be after the court case?" He laughed.

"Oh I'm not gonna sue you," I said waving a hand.

"At least let me pay any medical, and recovery expenses, please. Also if you need me to call your work, or anything please tell me," he begged.

"I'll let you know about the work, and thank you so much," I said gratefully. "It's so hard, I don't know anybody here. The people I've met haven't been all that nice, and the kindest person I meet happens to be the lad whose hit me with his car, how ironic."

We both had a laugh, and talked a little longer. Being around such a vivacious and charming man had me desperately wishing my hair was washed, and that my face wasn't bruised up. Harry didn't seem to mind, he was very sweet.

"So," Harry rocked back in his chair, and his eyes ran over me.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"New in town, I suppose that means you haven't got a boyfriend eh?"

"Are you always this forward with people you've just met?" I asked teasingly.

"Only the one's I've hit with my car," his eyes twinkled.

"So my broken ribs make us more compatible?"

"Oh definitely," he laughed.

"After I've had a rest, and gotten work sorted, I'd love to get drinks with you," I smiled.

"Here's my number," Harry scribbled it down.

"I've got to now, but I'll be back to visit you," he assured me.

"Look both ways before driving!" I called after him.

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed and waved. I smiled happily. Maybe getting hit by a car wasn't so bad after all. Of course, if we did get together, I'd never let him live it down.