Harry Styles Imagines

32. Fracture

"Baby, are you okay?" Harry worryingly asked, leant forward and taking your hand into his own two as he sat on the large blue chair. "I'm fine, Haz. I told you." You laughed, pulling yourself to sit further up but then wincing due to pain.

"Want me to move the bed further up or readjust your pillows, love?" He asked, eyes widened as he reached for the hospital bed remote. "Harry! I'm fine!" You smiled, tightening your grip on his hand. "I'm okay." You assured him once again causing him to relax his muscles and slouch back in the chair.

"You sure?" "Of course. It's just a break, yeah?" He nodded, kissing your hand as he did so.

"Miss Y/L/N. So, it's only a minor break in your fibula." A voice came from round the corner. Your doctor dressed in white with a clip board smiled at you reassuringly.

"Unfortunately, we cannot do anything to fix it apart from giving you some anaesthetics to take." He flipped a blue page on his clipboard and rubbed his slightly stubbly chin. "Aaand.. we shall put a cast around it to keep it all together, is that okay?" The short elderly man shown his crooked teeth within a smile.

"Sounds good." You replied sweetly, Harry smiling also from his seat. The man nodded "Best of luck." He wished before disappearing out of the white clean room.

Harry began tutting causing your brows to  tilt inwards. "What?" You chuckled. "What are we going to do with you, Mrs?"

"Can't take you anywhere!" He joked, standing to pat your shoulder. "Oh shut it!" You cursed playfully, shoving him off.