"Harry, baby, go to the doctors." You pleaded as you worryingly ran your fingers through his messy hair. He had hurt himself somehow on stage and by the end of the concert he was limping around in clear pain. It was quite hard to watch from the side. But now, the show is over and even though he's trying to brush it off, I know it's hurting him a lot and for the past 10 minutes I've been pleading with him to get it checked out.
"No, it's fine, don't worry," He said casually trying to mask how much it hurt as he leaned his head upward for a kiss. I shook my head stubbornly pushing his lips away.
"Nope, no kisses unless you get it checked out." I said sternly, he groaned loudly clearly not too pleased with this idea at all.
"But babe. . ." He whined widening his eyes and pouting his soft pink lips as he stared at me with glassy eyes. He looked so adorable and I knew he always wanted some extra affection and love when he was sick or hurt and me denying it was probably disappointing but it was for his own good.
"Don't give me that look Harold, you want kisses, you go to the hospital." Tough love is what I call it. He groaned childishly and muttered things about how I was being, 'not very nice' before he reluctantly agreed.
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"It's un-comfy." He huffed from his position on the couch as he glared at his boot with distaste. I bent down giving him a soft kiss on his pouty lips.
"It's only for awhile," I cooed lovingly deciding to shower him with affection now that he listened to what I wanted and went to the doctors. He longingly looked over to his new silver Yves Saint Laurent boots he had bought for himself to wear on stage tonight and groaned loudly.
"I want to wear them!" He said helplessly. That boy and his boots, honestly. I chuckled to myself rolling my eyes slightly.
"Are you sure you'll be alright enough to go on stage and perform?" I pondered worryingly. He squeezed my hands and pressed kisses onto the knuckles.
"Yes, Christine, I'll be fine baby," he said seriously now as he sat up from his slouched position. I pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead before getting up to make us some tea, he still had some time left before the show so a nice hot cup of tea would be perfect.
When I returned he was sat on the floor with the Scrabble board laid out by his feet and his broken one laid out flat. He smiled innocently and patted the space opposite him.
I shook my head to myself and complied as we hadn't had a game of Scrabble in ages and it was after all his favourite game.
A/N: I hope you liked it, it wasn't my best but I've got a cold :(
OMG perfect is so perfect! Like the way Harry says Rendezvous makes me want to go and take a major in French! Honestly ! And The lyrics! And louis opening voice and liam and Niall and these boys and we've got 17 songs to go I can't do this
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Harry styles imagines.
Fanfiction[REQUESTS CLOSED] Me and my co-owner @beautifulwillows are writing these imagines just because we love harry styles the epitome of perfection. So I hope you enjoy them :)
