Harry #imagine Part 14
Harry comes back in quickly, looking you over as if to make sure you’re still really there. You smile, cupping his cheek and kissing him softly while he hands you your bag. “Relax, Haz, I’m not going anywhere without you, ever again.” You say, and he smiles weakly, taking your hand and brushing your knuckles across his lips. “Good. I couldn’t live without you.” He says, and you smile, sitting cross legged on the bed and digging through your bag. “Good god, I packed a lot in there.” You say, finally coming across some shorts that won’t rub on your stitches. You pull them on, slipping into your TOMS while you do so and laying the hospital gown on the bed, putting on your bra and a white tank-top. You shiver, digging through the bag until you find a hoodie. You frown at it, not recognizing it. You look at the front of it, laughing and looking over at Harry who is smirking as he watches you get changed. You blush slightly, throwing the hospital gown at him. “Pervert. Where did this hoodie come from, Mr. Styles?” You ask, grinning and pulling it on. He shrugs, smiling. “Just something I thought you should have. We all know it’s true.” He says, putting the gown back on the bed and watching you do your hair quickly.
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“Here.” He says, holding out something small. You frown, taking it from him and turning it over in your hands gently, your eyes tearing up. “Oh, Harry… my bracelet.” You say, sitting back on the bed gingerly and covering your mouth, letting the tears fall. He sits beside you, pulling you into his lap. “I kept it, after everything.” He says, pressing his lips to your throat gently. You had both been given matching Links of London bracelets when you were kids, from Harry’s mum, Anne. A few years after, you got into the biggest fight of your entire friendship. Take a wild guess? It was over Caroline Flack. You didn’t like her at all, end of story. There was just something about her that got on your nerves, and besides, she was stealing your best-friend and the man you loved, though you’d never admit that to him at the time. You had been arguing about her all night, a night that was supposed to be full of movies and junk food, just the two of you for once. Harry had been texting her the whole time, not listening to you and not even watching the movie, and you completely blew up at him and stormed up to your room. He knocked on the door forever, yelling and asking why you wouldn’t support him. You were bawling your eyes out, it wasn’t fair. She was taking him away from him, making him hate you. You opened your door and shoved the bracelet in his chest, where he caught it, telling him to go fuck himself, and slamming the door back in his face. He left, and you didn’t talk to each other for a month, before Harry came back to tell you that it was over between him and Caroline. Neither of you talked about the bracelet, it completely slipped your mind. Until now. You sniffed, burying your face into his chest. “I love you.” You whisper, pressing closer as he hugs you tight to him. “I love you too, baby girl. I’ve nearly lost you twice now, can we keep it at that?” He says, smiling faintly. You smile, nodding. “Good, then let’s go home.” He says, standing up with you and grabbing your bag, leading you out to the car.
You put on your aviator sunglasses, lacing your fingers with Harry’s as you step outside the hospital. You’re limping a little bit, because your leg is still sore, despite the pain killers you’re on. The paparazzi cameras flash immediately, going off like strobe lights in a club, and you smile weakly, going over to the fans behind the fences, holding up “Welcome Home [YN]!” signs and “Get Well Soon, Future Mrs.Styles!” signs. You smile, signing some things, and so does Harry, keeping something in contact with you at all times. You accept flowers, letters, bracelets and Twitter names. A girl gives you a 1D Sharpie, making you laugh, and you get as many people as possible to sign your ugly cast on your right wrist, which they are ecstatic about. They dub it the “Twit-Cast” because it’s covered in Twitter names, which you promise to follow every single one. They love you, and Harry thanks them for being so great. They girls ooh, aww and fangirl over your engagement ring, and you both wave as you finally make it to your car. You’re breathing a little heavily, and Harry watches you closely. “You okay? Don’t overdo it, babe. They’d understand.” He says, caressing your cheek. You smile faintly, shrugging. “I’m fine, just the rib. It’ll get better, just hard to breathe sometimes.” You say, holding his hand over the gearshift as he backs out of the hospital driveway, driving the two of you home.
When you get home, Harry shuts off the car, but he doesn’t get out yet. “Babe? Something wrong?” You ask him, sitting sideways in your seat as he does the same, taking your hand absent mindedly. “No, I was just thinking. If we’re married, where will we live? Your house isn’t exactly big enough to raise a family in, and we couldn’t live with Lou, though I’d feel bad for leaving him. I think we should get a house of our own, with a big yard, a pool, a big driveway, garage. You know, a place where kids can grow up.” He says, looking at you lovingly. You smile, just leaning forwards and kissing him softly, feeling his grin underneath your lips. You let your tongue flick against his lips, and he grins even wider, leaning further into you across the bench seat of your little blue Volkswagen. You laugh as his hands brush your hips underneath your sweater, pushing him away a bit. “Harry, we are not defiling my car, first off, and secondly, I can barely walk. You’re going to have to settle down for the next few weeks, or you’ll end up killing me with love. Literally.” You say, laughing at his worried face. “God, don’t let me hurt you, okay? Just tell me if I’m hurting you, I don’t want you hurting because of me.” He says, putting his warm hands on your cheeks softly. You smile, turning your face to kiss the palm of his hand. “You won’t hurt me, Haz, don’t worry.” You say, and he gets out of the car and over to your side of the door, carrying you over the thresh-hold of his and Louis’ house.
-They’re so frigging cute. I love Harry.
#imagine if the boys all donated their sperm? Like everyday? And then millions of girls like us can literally have their children. #FineByMe
