Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You Have A Nose Bleed

Harry: Earlier that day you had been playing hockey for your team and some girl had accidentally hit you in the face with her stick. At the time, there was no damage so you had continued and eventually won the game. It wasn't until after the game when you were sitting in Harry's car when the effect of the hit started a nose bleed. You didn't actually notice until Harry pointed it out to you. "(Y/N) you have something tricking out of your nose..." he said warily as he came to a stop at traffic lights. You frowned and looking in the side mirror, noticing the small trickle of blood. "Shit" you muttered, opening the glove compartment to search for some tissues. "What is it?" Harry asked. You slammed the compartment shut when you came up trumps, holding your hand to your face. "Are you having a nose bleed?" Harry asked again. You nodded and he pulled over on the hard shoulder before digging in his back pocket. "Here" he smiled, handing you a crumpled -and hopefully clean- tissue. "Thank you" you smiled as he leaned over to rub your back.