Foolish ~ {One Direction Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 13

Foolish~13

*PRESENT DAY REESE*

Harry sees me. He's piercing eyes glare right through me.

Every single moment I've ever shared with him floods my brain.

The first time we met. Being together. Him screaming at me that he never wants to see me again.

His eyes widen. Clearly scanning my body. I squeeze the blanket as tight as possible through the straps holding me down. My rib cage aches as I breathe heavily.

Just then, the least expected thing happens...

Harrys eyes are full with tears as he falls to his knees. And starts balling. The door had already been closed by the doctor.

"H... Harry..." I croak.

He looks up with inflamed eyes and puffy cheeks.

"What have you done to yourself?" He says weakly.

I'm silent.

I am hushed by the knowledge of him choosing to not believe me.

He nears me.

He reaches over to pull a chair and I flinch.

Shoot...

"I'm so sorry" he says.

He sits at my bedside.

His green puppy eyes look at my fragile state. He holds his hands out. Motioning to hold mine. I'm only capable of one arm.

He holds it and squeezes it softly.

He looks at my arms. He sniffs and holds his mouth.

Eyes clutched shut.

"Reese. Why have you...." He stops. And clears his throat.

"Reese. I am here. I'm on board for this" he says almost too casually.

*HARRYS POV*

I had to stop myself from asking the wrong thing. Seeing her torn apart in this way. The cuts and scars lining her forearm. I had to bite my tongue so hard to not beg her to tell me why.

She cheated. Why has she fallen so far?

"I know what you're thinking" she says and I look up from my glare on her arms.

"Huh?"

"I know what's going through your mind.... They abused me. The media defined me perfectly. How would you feel if the public called you a whore?" She says monotone.

"Reese. Let's not talk about this now" I say genuinely meaning it.

"Harry. I didn't do it.." A tear slips from her eye. Her body is still and voice is soft. Nothing like what Niall described.

"Reese..." I start but I'm cut off.

"Please. I didn't do it. It was for the film. Just give me a chance to tell you everything. I promise I will go into detail and explain myself I am so sorry...." She babbles. I place a finger on her lips.

"Shhhhh. Shhhh. Relax. I am here to listen over time. I'm kinda stuck in this deal" I chuckle and a small smile creeps from her dry lips.

"But listen. You have to get well. You have to spend time healing physically and mentally. When you're ready, we will talk. But I need to be sure that you're okay.." I add.

We sit in silence for a few moments.

I rub her tiny hand with my thumb. I brush away greasy strands of hair from her face.

I kiss her soft cheek. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere".

*NIALLS POV*

"Wow Haz you gotta real future in Hollywood" I say to myself.

I saw and heard everything that was said in that room. Harry is such a lying arse.

He stands and kisses her forehead. And walks towards the door. I bolt and sit on the bench just as the door opens.

"Well?" I ask as if I had no idea what happened.

He walks aimlessly in a trance. His face shows he had been crying.

"She's not well" he says slouching next to me on the wooden bench.

"Yeah. You see now?" I say.

"Yeah... It breaks my heart to see her this way... I still.... Lo...love her mate" he says and my stomach drops.

"What the hell? You couldn't stand her an hour ago" I say.

"I know. But. Seeing how much she's gone through. I don't know what to believe anymore".