Harry Styles Imagines

You get hurt when hes away

Harry checks his phone for the third time within the minute.
"She hasn't answered at all" he tells Mitch with concern.
"Relax, she's probably just super busy" he reasons. Harry nods his head, trying to take his mind off you and think about the show he has to put on in a few minutes. He paces around the open area backstage. "5 minutes!" A stage director calls. Harry's phone suddenly starts ringing. He glances at it quickly and he lets out a sigh of relief seeing your name pop up.
"Y/n! I was so worried. You haven't answered-"
"Harry" he hears a soft voice interrupt him.
"Y/bf/n?" He asks, confusion in his voice and on his face.
"Yeah" she sighs, audibly stressed.
"What's wrong? Why doesn't y/n have her phone? Why do you have it?" Harry starts to panic.
"Um, she got in an accident." Your best friend explains to him. His heart drops as tears immediately fill his eyes.
"What?" He whispers, not able to do much else.
"She's alive." She informs him. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "She is unconscious. They are taking her in for an MRI in a few minutes" she continues to tell him what is happening to you.
"I'll be there soon" he says quickly before hanging up. "I have to go but I feel so bad leaving them. Can we plan another date for this venue?" Harry quickly asks his manager.
"Yes don't worry about it. You need to go." He tells him. Harry nods before running on stage unannounced. He is greeted by ear piercing screams. 
"Hello everyone. Thank you so much for coming. But my girlfriend has been in an accident and she's not well so unfortunately I have to leave right away. Much love" he says into the microphone before running off stage. A crew member then goes on stage to reassure the crowd that he will come back at a later date and that they can keep their tickets until then. Harry boards the plane his assistant booked for him and he soon sprints into the quiet hospital.
"Y/n y/l/n" he tells the worker at the front desk. She tells him when you are and he rushes there. When he opens the door he feels a rush of panic. He engulfs your best friend in a hug before walking over to look at you. He observes all the cuts and bruises on your lifeless face. He sits in a chair next to the bed and wraps his large hands around your small one. He brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. He closes his eyes. A tear silently falls off his cheek. The doctor opens the door. Harry stands next to your best friend to talk to the doctor.
"No brain damage. She got a concussion and whiplash with the impact. She is in a light comatose state. We don't expect it to last long. Nothing fatal as of now." Harry slightly relaxed at the words. The doctor leaves after checking your vitals.
"Have you called her family?" Harry asks y/bf/n. She nods in response.
"I'm going to give you some time. Let me know if you need something" your best friend tells him. He nods, acknowledging her statement.
"Y/n, I need you to wake up. I need to see that you're alright. I need to see those beautiful eyes that make me smile all the time. I need you. I, I can't imagine not having you" He pleads, tears streaming out of his eyes. He sits alone in your room, holding onto your hand as he cry's for a few minutes. You hear him trying to calm his tears. You wrap your fingers around his. He lifts his head up to look at your face. You slowly open your eyes to meet his.
"Oh my god" Harry breathes. You give him a groggy smile. "You're ok!?" He smiles.
"Hi" you say in a raspy, tired voice. He smiles wide through his tear stained cheeks at your voice.
"Hi" he wipes hair away from your eyes. You softly reach up and wipe a tear from his cheek. He laughs at your action. "How do you feel?" He asks.
"My head hurts. And I'm tired" you say slowly.
"I love you" Harry says, ignoring the answer to his last question "so much." You smile at him weakly.