Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You're In An Accident - Super Sad

*YOUR POV*

I was speed walking down one of the busiest streets in London. Struggling to keep hold of my umbrella blowing in the wind, my teeth chattered as the freezing rain beat down on me. I stepped under the roof of a coffee shop and fumbled in my pockets for my phone. Calling Harry, I held the phone to my ear with a trembling hand.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hey, can you come and pick me up?"

"Where are you?"

"Oxford Street."

"Oh, no sorry baby. I'm really busy right now."

I sighed in annoyance, glaring at the pouring rain. "But it's pouring and I don't even have a car." I whined.

"Call a taxi."

"It's late, I don't trust those drivers." I scowled.

Irritation crept into Harry's tone. "Well, I don't know what to do. I can't make it right now, Y/N, you're either going to call a taxi or take a bus."

"Harry –"

"If you're too fucking fussy to do that, walk."

"It's pouring!"

"That's not my problem." I don't know why he was so pissed.

"What are you even doing that's so important?"

"I'm at dinner with some really important people. I don't have time for your shit right now." Ouch.

I scoffed. "Am I not more important?"

"Not right now, no. Walk home."

"It's nearly midnight!" I protested.

"God, Y/N, just fuck off." He hung up and I gaped at my phone before shoving it angrily into my pocket. Who the hell even has dinner at midnight?

I nervously observed the fucking hurricane going on right now. I was immediately soaked as I stepped out, the umbrella not doing any good as it blew inside out. I vigorously shivered as I hurried down the now empty street, trying and failing to find a taxi to take me home. I sneezed loudly and groaned when I felt a cold coming on.

The rain fell straight into my eyes as I attempted to look left and right before crossing the road. I could barely open my eyes but I was able to tell there wasn't a moving vehicle on the road. I nearly ran across the large road when I slipped and went crashing down.

"Fuck," I tried to scream but it was lost in the wind. I felt the skin on my knee tear and I bit my lip harshly to stop from crying. Scrambling to my feet, I heard a distant shout and gained my footing just in time to see blinding white lights.

And then everything was a blur.

I must've lost consciousness a few times, because I could hear sirens that I was pretty sure weren't there two minutes ago. People were surrounding me wearing brightly coloured uniforms, shouting over the wind to try to speak to me.

What...?

I whimpered as excruciating pain shot through my legs. The pain became wire hot, zipping through my abdomen and I cried out.

"Her name..." I heard a faint woman's voice speaking as I was carefully lifted onto something... I think it was a stretcher. Everything was muddled. I could feel myself losing consciousness so I gripped onto the wrist of the man holding my stretcher.

"C-call..." I stuttered.

I had his full attention in a matter of seconds. "Yes, miss?"

"Call Harry..." And then everything faded into a black unknown.