18 ( A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction) ON HOLD

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

Me and Harry were at the bus stop talking about how we were going to stay friends forever and how he should spend the night over my house since we go to the same school and it was only Wednesday.

By this time now Harry let my hand go because Harry uses his hands to talk. Whenever Harry spoke you could tell if he was into it or just making conversation. If Harry was just trying to make friendly conversation, he would keep his head down with his hands by his sides while taking quick glares at you in between sentences. If Harry was comfortable with you and was into what he was talking about. He would use his hands a lot and not hesitate to look into your eyes. It still amazes me how beautiful his eyes are. I know we have the same color eyes but his just had this special kind of sparkle whenever you looked into them.

At times I wish Harry and I could be in an intimate relationship and actually date but I know from experience how Harry acts with his girlfriends. He acts so shy around them and barely talks to them and whenever they would try to get closer to him, he would brush them off a little. Which is why it surprised me when he told me he lost his virginity.

I was awoken from my thoughts when Harry waved his hands in my face while yelling "Hello!?".

"What? I was listening" I said with a convincing expression on my face.

"Oh really? What did I say?" Harry asked whilst taking a step back and crossing his arms on his chest.

Just as I was about to start speaking, someone bumped into me so hard I fell and hurt my ankle. I'm very clumsy, so when that person bumped into me. I tripped over my own two feet and landed on my forearms over the curb. I've never broken a bone before and never have I wanted a broken bone, but the pain I felt on my arm and my ankles were unbearable. I could say there were at least 5 other kids at our bus stop, 7 including me, Harry, and the kid who bumped into me. I looked at my arm and seen it was snapped in half and my right ankle was turned to the right. I thought if you broke a bone you wouldn't really feel it because of the adrenaline you get. Mines didn't work for me. It felt as if someone had just shot me in my arms and legs with a million bullets and we're now stepping on them. I tried to scream but I couldn't hear myself. I felt the warm tears going down my face, I looked away from my arm and ankle only to see Harry pushing the poor older boy who made me fall.

Everyone was looking at us, while some cake over to help me, others just stood there scared and not knowing what to do. Two older boys came over and put they're arms around me to help me up. I could only stand on my left leg. One of the boys asked me what I wanted them to do, but I was still bawling my eyes out I couldn't speak right. The poor blonde boy who Harry was still yelling at was trying to apologize but Harry wouldn't let him get a word in. The boys helping me introduced themselves to try to make me calm down. They're names were Zayn and Liam. I can't feel my arm anymore, the blood everywhere was now covering my new school clothes and a little bit on Liam. I can't feel anything anymore.

"Harry!" I whimpered before I blacked out.

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I woke up in a hospital room. They're were balloons on a table across from me and some flowers next to them. I turned my head to look out of the window to see it was dark outside. Under the window laying in the chairs where Harry, Zayn, Liam, and the blonde kid who made me fall.

A smile spread across my face because I just met the other boys today and they were in my hospital room with me. I totally forgot I broke my arm and my ankle. I looked down to see my ankle was wrapped up in a cast and elevated on a pillow, while my arm was castes up and laying on a pillow next to me. I cringed when I saw the IV in my arm because I hate needles. All the pain went away and I felt normal again thanks to all the drugs in me. I looked back to the right to where the boys were sleeping. There was only one chair but they still managed to sleep on it and around it. Liam sat in the chair with his head hanging back, while Zayn sat on the floor with his head resting on Liam's leg, same for Harry.

The blonde boy on the other hand slept by the window on the little ledge so you can sit on it. His face seemed to be red as if he was crying and his blonde hair was messy and he had one a striped polo shirt with Khakis and white shoes. I felt bad for him, I don't know why he ran into me but now he had to deal with Harry probably mad at him and he thinks I'm mad to. Tears started to form in my eyes and blinked them away because I don't want the little blonde boy to think I hate him for this. I snapped out of my thoughts when I seen the blonde boy start to wake up. I closed my eyes immediately to pretend to be sleep. I'm a good actor so this wasn't hard.

I heard the blonde boy yawn and shake his head to fix his hair. I could hear his footsteps coming towards the bed and I could feel him looking at me. I tried my hardest not to make any face expressions but it was hard not to. Something wet hit my face and I bet those were the blonde boys tears.

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen to you, it's just I like you so much I didn't know how to come up and talk to you. I was running because I thought I was going to be late for the bus and I had me head down so I didn't see you when I ran into you" He spoke quietly between sniffles.

"When you fell and Harry started yelling at me for what I did, I hated myself so much for what I did to you I cut myself because people said it makes the pain go away. But all it did was make me hate myself worse. I always used to watch you from afar because I was too scared to actually talk to you. When you took up for me that one time last year made me really happy inside, something I haven't felt in a long time. I know you hate me and Harry probably does too. I don't blame ya. I don't have any friends and I just wanted to have a friendship like you and Harry. You guys don't let anything get in between you two and you always seem to have fun together. I know you can't hear me right now but all I'm trying to say is that I love you Mercedes and your soo beautiful to me." The blonde boy said in his Irish accent as he gently kissed me on the cheek.

I heard him get his bookbag and walk towards the door but before he left he said quiet enough to not wake up the other boys.

"My names Niall by the way."