H/N - Hospitals Name.
Harry's P.O.V.
"Where are you?" I asked into the receiver.
"Baby please call me back." I asked again, calling again.
"I need to know your okay."
"Y/N, please call me back, where are you? I know your upset with me and I shouldn't have let you walk out like that when you were so upset. I'm so sorry. I love you so much." I explained, leaving a fourth voicemail.
It had been two hours since Y/N had left and although I knew she needed space, I was worried about her.
I was her husband, of course was worried about her. I was going out of my mind as I started to feel physically sick.
My phone rang as I quickly answered it, my reflexes on high.
"Hello?" I asked quickly.
"Hello, is this Mr. Harry Styles?" A lady asked.
"Yes it is, who's speaking?"
"Mr Styles, I'm from H/N, I'm calling to let you know that your wife has been involved in an accident and has asked for you."
"An accident? What sort of an accident?" I questioned, panicked.
"I'm afraid I cannot discuss that information over the phone with you, but if you could please come to the X-Ray Department in H/N, we can let you know how she is doing." She explained.
"O-okay, I'll be r-right there." I stammered, gathering my coat and boots.
"Mr Styles, are you okay?"
"Not really, but I'll try to be." I replied, hanging up the phone.
I had to try to be okay for Y/N.
*
"Y/N, I'm here for Y/N Styles." I told the receptionist as she nodded.
"She's currently having X Rays done just through there, so I'll let the nurse know your here and then you can go in." She told me as I tapped my fingers against my thigh nervously.
How badly had she hurt herself?
Are we talking fractures or broken bones?
What if she's still upset with me? How could I let her leave.
This is all my fault.
"Mr Styles, if you'd like to come with me please." A nurse spoke, snapping me from my thoughts as I followed her immediately.
"What happened? Is she alright? How badly is she hurt?" I asked, hurtling questions at her.
"Sir, if you could please calm down."
"Please tell me she's okay." I said, my voice cracking at the end as I tried not to let the tears fall.
"She's okay, she's got a few broken bones and she'll need to be taken care of for a while, but she's okay, mainly shaken up." She explained
"What happened? How did she get hurt?" I questioned.
"She fell down a whole flight of stairs and a lady who saw it said she looked incredibly distressed and passed out once she hit the bottom, she's lucky it wasn't worse." She explained as we entered the room.
There she was, siting up in the bed and wincing in pain as her wrist was twisted sideways while the doctor tried to X-Ray the side of it.
Her other arm had a bandage from the wrist up to her elbow and cuts and bruises were littered across her shoulders, along with a few cuts along her eyebrows.
