the boys of harry potter imagines.

oliver wood.

if i've ever known stubborn,
it wasn't until i met you.
i watched as you groaned and whined about lying in the hospital bed despite your ankle being broken.
"i'm fine! really!"
"no you're not, y/n. just rest, please."
you folded your arms across your chest in frustration,
refusing to take help from anyone around you.
though it angered me to no end to see you turn madam pomfrey's potions away,
i couldn't help but smile.
you were so head strong and i love that about you,
y/n.
i let my hands smooth your hair,
and you leaned the weight of your head into my hand.
"please, let's go."
i chuckled,
wondering how i'd ever be able to tell you no.
your eyes were round with pleading,
and i almost obliged until you winced at the throbbing pain.
i let my smile fall and replaced it with a desolate look. 
"stop! no, don't make that face! i'm perfectly fine, my love."
you let your hand lace with mine,
and you squeezed it carefully.
"your ankle is broken."
"it-it's fine! just a sprain."
i rolled my eyes and shook my head,
looking at the misplaced ankle.
"you're...impossible, did you know?"
"yeah, yeah."
i kissed your cheek and watched as you blushed beneath my lips,
making me quietly laugh.
"i have to be out there for the quidditch game, ollie. i don't have time!"
i pressed my lips together as you squirmed as inconspicuously as possible,
trying to hide the hurt that throbbed through your body.
but i know you better than i know myself, y/n.
you want to prove yourself to everyone,
that you're strong and don't need help.
and it frustrates me to no end seeing you writhing in pain because you'd rather die than ask for help.
"what are you thinking about?"
you asked,
drawing me from my thoughts.
i let my eyes rest upon your gentle beauty,
then i sighed.
"you're terribly stubborn, y/n."
"i'm not! i'm just...not hurt. i don't need help."
"yes, you do."
"no, i don't!"
i ran my hands down my face in frustration.
"fine. then, as your captain, i'm replacing you until your ankle is healed. completely healed."
the anger that shot through your body nearly frightened me if i was honest,
but i knew it'd benefit you in the end.
so i kept my composure while you fumbled over your words,
trying to find the right way to express your anger and hurt me as i had hurt you.
"what do you want me to do, y/n? let you play with a serious injury? you're-you're dim then! if you think i'd let you get hurt again!"
"oh, so that's what this is about? you feel responsible? oliver, i told you to stop worrying about me on the field!"
your voice was growing louder,
leaving me to only shrug.
"my decisions final, y/n."
i don't think you could see the hurt that was beginning to pool in my eyes.
i did my best to hide it,
but i'm not sure if i was as successful as i hoped to be.
i hated seeing you in any sort of pain,
and watching you blindly reject help solely for your own ego was nothing short of irritating.
i wanted to help you,
i wanted to drop every issue and cater to your every need,
only you wouldn't let me.
and that stung more than it should've,
knowing you didn't trust me as much as you should.
i stood on my feet and walked out of the hospital,
my heart sinking with each step away from you.

i laid in the bed that night,
tossing and turning with confusion.
i felt as if my decision were rather harsh now,
but i knew you'd let that ankle atrophy if it meant you decided it on your own.
i heard the small hums of a pygmy puff,
and i sat upright to search for it.
i chuckled as your pink, furry animal climbed into my vision with a note intact.
"come see me. i'm sorry. -y/n."
i sighed and stealthily got to my feet,
grabbing the pygmy puff to take along with me.
when i reached the hospital and found you,
you were pacing back and forth on a seemingly healed ankle.
despite your small limp,
i smiled.
you wrapped me close when you saw me,
and squeezed me tight.
"i'm sorry. i didn't know."
"didn't know what?"
you pulled back to let your hands caress my cheeks,
and there the chills erupted throughout my body.
"that i was hurting you. you think i don't trust you, and it hurts you."
i lowered my head with the confession.
"you understand, don't you?"
"more than anything. and i'm sorry."
i nodded and pulled you to my chest,
letting our bodies collide as one.
"i let madam pomfrey fix me. and i promise that i'll let people help me from here on out. especially you, okay?"
i nodded and kissed the top of your head,
letting my hands caress up and down your back slowly.
"thank you."
you looked up with those wide, wondrous eyes laid your chin to the pit of my chest,
your smile soft but so enticing.
"anything for you."
i placed my lips to yours and rejoiced in the love that coursed through our veins.
your hands ruffled through my hair playfully,
making me chuckle before you asked,
"so..am i back on the team?"
i chuckled and shrugged jokingly,
"hm. dunno. maybe if you kiss me again i'll make a decision."