Harry styles imagines.

Party pooper.

Random one :)

Should harry be super dark, semi dark, or quite dark with a sweet side in my superhero mini series?

My nose crinkled at the acrid smell which awoke me from my peaceful slumber as I sat up checking the time through hazy vision. Who's having a barbecue at 3AM?

I was about to lie back down when something felt off, very off. I could hear something outside my apartment, like . . I couldn't describe the noise but it was unsettling, fuck. I rubbed my eyes again, why was my vision so hazy? My eyes began watering slightly and stinging and the smell of something very obviously burning began to get more prominent. Panic flared inside me when I realised it wasn't hazy vision but smoke, my apartment was filled with smoke. I immediately leapt from my warm bed and began rushing out of my bedroom.

There's a lot of smoke for a barbecue, and why would they have it inside? I thought nervously, or maybe I left the gas on?

Rushing into the kitchen everything was fine, the gas was off and there were no candles lit to have burnt anything, I looked towards my door were most of the thick smoke was gathered and headed in that direction.

I realised I was in trouble when my door handle was hot to the touch, but I knew I was in deep trouble when I looked outside my apartment. Orange, red, that's that's all I could see, my throat began closing up at the amount of smoke and I was gagging and coughing in no time.

The flames were big. Out of control big, touching the ceiling big and to my horror I was surrounded. Both sides of the corridors were engulfed in the red flames, and I couldn't hear any screaming leading me to believe I was the only one in here.

I slammed the door shut anI stared wide eyed at the door, crippling panic and fear making it very hard to think clear.

Fire. What to do, oh god.

As if snapping I rushed hurriedly pulling out thick hoodies and cushions and stuffing them at the bottom of the door to try and stop more smoke getting inside, as I tried to recall all the other things we'd learnt in school about fire and rescue. I coughed violently which made me remember how we were always told to get on the floor as smoke rises to the ceiling and it is easier to breathe.

So I collapsed to the floor and began crawling towards my bedroom once again. A fire, in my apartment. My limbs are shaking and I feel weak with fear, my blood has ran cold and my heat is pounding so loud I can't even hear the flickering of the deathly flames outside of my door.

I do the same thing to my bedroom door, surprised I am actually able to think remotely straight enough to do this.

Still coughing I push the window open and stick my head out so I can catch my breath. I hear gasps and screams from below and when I look down I can see a lot of people gathered below, some pointing at me, which also made me realise I was on the top floor. Shit, oh shit, shit, shit. Fuck.

Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I sob at the horrific realisation that I am trapped on the top floor while the rest burns away, I cough again and I swear I feel like I'm coughing up a fricking lung.

"Help me!" I screech hysterically at the crowd below, looking around the rest of the building it seems like everyone got out okay leaving me behind. Or either some people can't make it to the window. . I shudder.

I slam my fist against the glass and turn back to see if I can somehow find a different way out, but a low pscream leaves my mouth once my hand touches the doorknob of my bedroom door and when I bring my palm up to analyse there is deep red welt in the shape of the handle. Shit, that means the flames are getting closer.

I rush back towards the window and lean my body out of it, I can see fire trucks attempting to get through traffic but by the time they get here, I. .I don't want to think about it.

Thick black smoke is slowly engulfing me, making it harder and harder to draw full breaths and my vision is beginning to severely blur.

I didn't think I'd die this way.

HARRYS POV:

As I'm heading back from the party I did not enjoy I can see thick black smoke billowing out of a building. Uh oh. Looks like fire.

My eyes are focused on turning the radio off as I head toward Y/N's apartment hoping for some cuddles and kisses, and maybe other things, but when I look up my mouth is open and I feel like my heart has thudded to a stop.

Y/N'a building is. . burning. .

I rush out of my car running towards the crowd gathered desperately searching for her, my eyes are stinging with panic as I call out to her.

But the cherry on the cake is when I see what everyone is pointing to and when I see her helpless figure trapped I lose it completely.

A/N: hiiiiii, please answer my question up top!