Hi! Can you write one where Y/N is a firefighter or in the police and she gets hurt? Thanks!
“You know, my offer still stands.” Harry said as he sat on your bed, watching you put your hair in a low bun.
“Harry, I told you a million times before, I love my job and I don’t want to work as your personal assistant.” You sighed, standing in front of him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to place you on his lap.
“It’s just,” Harry began.
“I know. My job is dangerous, I could get hurt, someone might hurt me, so-”
“Someone might threaten you.” Harry finished.
You chuckled, cupping his face in your hands, “I’m a police deputy, I love my job and it has been my dream job ever since I was a little girl. I’m saving lives and I’m seeing more and more of what life has. Please support me in this,” You sighed. “I know our jobs are completely different but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy for you, Haz.”
“No, no, baby, of course I’m happy and so proud of you. I just can’t help but worry.” He admitted, leaning to peck your lips.
“I worry about you, too. All the time. But I really have to go.” You smiled, leaning down to press your lips to his. Harry hummed before you pulled back, “Gotta go. See you later tonight. Love you!” You stood up, pecked his cheek before running outside.
Harry sighed, “Love you, too.”
You hid behind the wall, nodding your head to your colleague before you, him and 4 other officers moved inside the house, guns in your hands, pointed in front of you. You were faced with the 2 guys in face masks and guns, between them a teenage boy tied up in a chair, squirming.
“Put your hands up!” You shouted. In a moment of panic, one of the guys fired before throwing the guns on the ground and attempting to escape. You let out a scream before looking at your leg, bloodied as you felt the pain. With the last bit of your energy, you managed to limp towards the teenager and untying him before losing consciousness.
When Harry received a call from your unit, he was sure he probably died for a minute.
“I told her, I told her.” He kept mumbling to himself, hitting the steering wheel as he drove towards the hospital. With his blue crew neck sweatshirt clammy on his skin and grey sweatpants, he runs inside the hospital.
“Excuse me, Y/N Y/L/N? Where’s her room?” He panted, leaning on the receptionist’s counter.
“102, level B, sir.” The woman answered. It didn’t take one more second for Harry to bolt running towards the elevator, pressing B. He rushed past the rooms, his eyes falling on the officers standing in front of a door.
“David!” Harry rushed, putting his hand on one of your colleagues’ shoulder that he knew after you introduced them to each other in a small get-together that you had.
“Calm down, she’s okay. Got the bullet out of her leg. She’s fine.” David said reassuringly.
“I can go inside?” Harry asked with hopeful eyes, smiling slightly when David nodded. Harry patted him on the shoulder before nodding towards the other two officers and knocking on the door before opening it gradually.
“Come in.” When he heard your soft voice, he walked inside, closing the door behind him before looking at you. Your leg wrapped up and held by some sort of rope upwards. You smiled sheepishly.
Harry stood with his hands on his hips before he chuckled, shaking his head. “You realize that you’re going to be the death of me, right?”
You giggled, “Come oooon, it’s not that bad.”
Harry’s eyes widened, “Baby,” He chuckled in disbelief, “Baby, you got shot! What’s worse?” He gestured towards your leg before approaching you and sitting on the chair beside you.
“I could’ve got shot in a more lethal place.” You tried to reason with him.
“Don’t even talk about this.” Harry frowned, slumping in the chair.
“I know you hate my job,” You said quietly, looking at him. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes, “But I’m still happy. I love it. And I’m seriously thankful that it was just my leg.”
“What if,” Harry gulped, “What if someone goes after you? Or what if that fucking bullet really hit you somewhere else? Your heart, your head, anywhere else. How am I going to live without you, Y/N?” Harry frowned, holding your hand in his.
“Then guess it’s a good thing I’m taking a month off? So you can protect me and take care of me?” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
Harry’s face brightened, a dimpled grin showing on his face. “Really?” You nodded. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I’m sorry I give you shit for your job. You know I can’t help but w-”
“Worry. I know, baby.” You smiled warmly.
“I love you so much, deputy Y/L/N.” He kissed your knuckles.
“I love you, too, Styles.” You giggled.