but the wait will be worth it

chapter twenty one

Present day
July 3rd 2012

The phone slipped from my hand and onto the hard bathroom tile.

"What was that, darling?" Clara yelled from the bed.

I scrambled to pick the phone back up, with shaking hands. "Nothing, love. It's... it's nothing," my voice trembled.

"Harry. Harry are you there," Emma's voice continued to come out through my phone speakers.

"Mm..... yeah. Yes. I am here... um," I stammered into the line.

"Harry," her voice shook, "Harry I don't know how bad it is.... I'm really scared, Harry—"

"Will you shut up for a sec? Shut the fuck up for a second and let me process this," I yelled into the phone. The other line soon became quiet.

With a sigh, I bit my lip. "I'm sorry," I muttered, "I'm sorry for yelling, it's just..... wait, why did they tell you first and not me?"

I could hear Emma softly crying. "I don't know... but can we please just focus on getting to him right now?"

Pettiness and anger took the best of my words. "Emma, who the fuck told you about this. Huh? Who called you up, and told you that Louis had gotten in an accident?"

Emma let out a strangled sob. "I.... Harry,"

"Tell me," I took a breath, "tell me who told you."

Silence. Finally, she spoke up. "MacHeath.... he called me a few minutes ago—"

"Of fucking course. Of fucking course! Who else," I yelled angrily.

"Harry, stop this. No wonder I had been contacted first. Stop thinking about yourself for once, god dammit! Louis is laying all by himself in a hospital room, wether he has a broken finger or a broken back. I think that it's much more important that we are there for him right now."

I stayed silent. She was right. I was being petty and blindsighted to the real problem.

"Emma where are you," I questioned shyly.

"I am at.... uh, I'll text you the address."

"Are you at someone's house?" I patiently waited for a response.

"Mm... yeah. My friend's. I'll text you the address."

Emma hung up the phone abruptly without warning. I sighed and grabbed my coat, heading out the door without even telling Clara.

Louis was just more important than Clara at this moment.

I rushed out of the hotel. I should've mentioned something to Niall, Zayn, or Liam, but instead proceeded to swiftly make my way to the car.

I drove to the address Emma had given. She struggled into the seat, dragging her legs wearily. She seemed to have been really worn out.

While closing the door, Emma casually turned the air heaters on. It bothered me that she could just make herself feel so comfortable in my car at a time like this. It had began to rain outside.

"What hospital," I mumbled coldly.

"I'll connect the GPS."

We sat in more uncomfortable silence all the way until we had almost arrived to the hospital. When we were nearly two minutes away, Emma turned to me.

"Harry, what is your problem with me?"

I glared at her while keeping a steady gaze. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious Harry! What is your fucking problem with me?"

I sucked in a breath. "Well, it's quite simple. You stole my boyfriend."