It's a Saturday night and Harry has no where to be. These are the nights you love the most, where you know you're going to wake up to him.
You're playing tennis on the Wii. You've beat him 7 times in a row, and he's being a baby about it.
He stripped down to his underwear, hot and sweaty from all the exercise.
"You can't beat me this time (Y/N)." He shouts as you begin the 8th game.
He grunts as he draws back to swing. You laugh at how serious he's being.
"Ya right Styles." You mumble just loud enough for him to hear you.
He grunts again, but this time instead of swinging at the ball he releases the remote from his hand. It flies towards your face all to fast for you to deflect it.
The white remote connects with your nose.
"Oh my God! Love, (Y/N), I didn't mean to!" Harry shouts, laying a hand on my shoulder.
You can't see straight for what feels like hours. What you do see are colorful stars, clouding your vision. There is something warm running down the front of your face and into your nose. Yout soon realize it's blood.
You get to the bathroom as fast as you can, Harry following at your heels.
In the mirror you see a person you don't recognize. Your nose is already bruising, and the blood makes you feel queasy.
You turn to Harry who has a horrified look on his face.
"I didn't mean to!" Harry worriedly exclaims.
"I know you didn't Harry. I know you'd never hurt me on purpose." You say.
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Harry Styles Imagines
FanfictionA variety of imagines about none other than the lovely Harry Styles. Hope you enjoy! Pregnancy, marriage, dating, and all stages of life included in these imagines.
