Before - H.S

fifteen

This is just a short update as i have exams atm and are super busy <3

Florence POV:

I help harry out of the car as we reach the hotel.

"Flo you don't have to treat me like an injured bird, i'm capable of walking, i hurt my arm not my legs" he laughs.

"i know, but Niall made me promise yay i'd look after you, so that's what i will do" i reply

We walk into the hotel, and up to his room. We have been to so many hotels in the month that we have been on tour that they have become so normal to me, i used to hate hotels as a kid. We never stayed anywhere as fancy as the ones the boys stay in, so i always hated them, but now they're almost like my home.

Once we get into his room i lay him down on the couch i front of the tv.

"Okay so what do you want to watch, netflix? a movie maybe" i ask

"neither, i want to go with the boys" He says with a tiny of anger in his voice

"I'm sorry harry, but Niall said that they're going without you, plus...where are they even going" i ask

"Your not going to get it out of me that easily" he says

I walk across the room and open the liquor cabinet, i grab the first bottle i see and walk across the room to harry.

"Is that vodka?" he asks

"yep," i reply "Tonight has been terrible and i'd like to forget it, at least for a few hours, you in?" i ask

"you bet"
I pour us both a shot each and we drink them, he takes it as if it's water, and it's very clear from my reaction that i'm not as experienced as he is. Harry laughs at my face and teases me over how innocent it makes me seem.

"How are you thought, after the bar and everything" he asks

"I'm fine, i got to use all of my medical knowledge, and i'm pretty sure there was only one casualty which considering the delay of the ambulance isn't that bad"

"I asked how you are flo, you were so scared, are you sure you're okay"

"ill be fine, i promise" i say smiling at him, it's sweet that he cares, despite that contradicting most things he's ever said to me, most of the time he goes out of his way to let me know he doesn't care, however i think that actions speak louder than words. Maybe i'll regret that view one day.

By the time i become tipsy harry is hardly bothered, he turns on some music and we sit pretty much in silence listening, but not awkwardly, ever since i met harry and we had that spontaneous car ride two months ago, i've never felt that uncomfortable in his company. Harry has shown me the terrifying side of him, but now i've seen that i almost feel like i'm prepared for the worst.

I feel myself drifting off to sleep, but shortly after i do i hear the door open.

"Uh harry where are you going?" i ask

"no where-" he reply's shutting the door and giving into the fact that he was totally busted

He comes over and sits near me on the couch with and irritated look on his face.

"Can you just tell me where the boys are? please?" i beg

"I'll give you one hint okay?" he says reluctantly "They're sorting out my mess"

"what do you mean your mess?" i ask confused.

"I am a public figure, i have a reputation to uphold, no one knows i was in the crash and it should stay that way"

"why should it stay that way?" i ask "you never told me why you ended up in a car, please just tell me the truth"

"I saw the guy leave, okay. I thought that i might be able to catch up with him if i ran round the front, and i was close, but not close enough. So i jumped in a random car and tried to follow him and the i crashed, that's why no one can know, because i crashed a stolen car" he says

"Oh, well i guess that's makes sense"

"another shot?" he offers and i take it.

It's quite clear that i haven't yet developed a tolerance to alcohol, it makes me want to fall asleep.

Harry's Styles:

I help flo get into bed. I can't stop things about how i'm having to lie to her. I can't tell her the real reason i was in that car, yes i was chasing the shooter, but i left before he did. I know him. I had to get him. Once again i failed. I had to lie to her, i always will.

I can feel her creeping into me, infecting my body like a disease, and soon i know i won't be able to fight it off. But the real disease is me, and i don't want her to find that out.

I lay her down into the bed and cover her with a blanket, which is ironic since a few hours ago she was the one trying to help me to rest.

I look at her peacefully lying in the bed, the crisp white sheets around her body, her blonde hair fans across the pillows. She looks so beautiful. I never thought there would be a person i'd admire like i do her.

"thanks for the kiss earlier" i whisper in her ear and stroke her hair before leaving the room.

I hope that i don't interrupt that peace that she has, because I don't think i could forgive myself for that.

hey!! so sorry for the lack of updates, i have just been SO BUSY! this is very short i know, i thought i'd just finish this lil part of the story off, much more to come.

I have exams for 3 more weeks but after that i will be updating a lot more yay!