11 for the drabbles please x
#11 - “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
Maybe he should have told you beforehand. Maybe. A part of him hopes he gets struck by a plane whilst he is suspended from this helicopter, just to avoid the wrath that awaits him when he lands. Another part of him wishes he would have just warned you of his impending plans for the music video and risked sleeping on the couch, than the horror he knows he’ll be faced with that night, and by the threats that left your mouth as he was slowly lifted from the cord of the helicopter – “We’re so over, you hear that, Styles?!” - he decides nearly a thousand feet hovering over land that a few sleeps on the couch will be the result of this.
At first, he was told only a few feet, and you remained calm. What is a few feet, anyway? But as the number began to grow increasingly high, the furrow between your eyebrows began to harden, and Harry knew a lot of forgiving was going to be in order.
“I can’t fucking believe—”
“I didn’t know it would that high!”
“But you felt not to tell me about hanging from a sodding helicop—”
“Knew you’d have my ass if I told you!”
He knows not much will help him out of the hole he dug himself, and after he’s finally told the finishing number being a ‘couple thousand feet’, he makes a movement for his phone to call a friend to borrow their couch for the night.
“I swear to God… If you die—”
“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” Harry smirks, pulling on the harness to ensure it’s secured.
“I’ll call a priest. Throw holy water and garlic all over the house—”
“I think garlic is for vampires, love…”
Harry realizes jokes aren’t on the menu for the day when your eyes darken, and after a quick roll of your eye, you step away and rush off to find Lou.
Okay, yes, he should have warned you beforehand, and as he’s aloft in the air, trying his hardest to recite the correct lyrics, he can’t help but imagine the impending doom that’s waiting for him the second he’s back on land.