Truly Madly Deeply (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 35

So someone hacked our school's computer and put porn in every single computer. I can't stop laughing, it was so funny. But anyway, I'M BACK. Here's the chapter! It's a bit short but I hope you like it..

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Carly’s POV:

            “Louis Tomlinson, I will kill you,” I grumble, putting the ice pack on top of my injured head.

            “I’m sorry, love!” Louis replies, seeming genuinely sorry.

            Half an hour ago, the boys had been playing soccer at the local park here in Chicago. And Louis had at one point kicked the ball so hard that it flew across the field and had hit me in the head. I had been sitting under a tree listening to music on my phone, so I didn’t hear the boys’ shouts of warning, and I couldn’t move in time to avoid getting hit. When the ball hit me, Harry had ran over and asked me if I was okay and before I could answer, I felt dizzy and almost fainted. But thankfully, Harry had caught me in time and I didn’t. Now we were back in the hotel, sitting on the couch with an ice pack on the top of my head. My head actually hurt a lot; curse Louis for being such an amazing player.

            “I... It’s fine,” I sutter, suddenly feeling light headed.

            Zayn looks over and frowns at me. “Carly, are you okay?” he asks worriedly, causing Harry’s head to snap over at me.

            I rubbed my head with my free hand and kept the ice pack on top of my head. Before I could answer, I felt a wave of dizziness hit me, before everything went black.

Harry’s POV:

            “Carly?!” Niall shous in panic, causing all of us to look at Carly.

            She was lying unconcious on the couch, the ice pack had fallen from her head as her eyes stayed closed. My own eyes widened as I jumped up and ran over, crouching over to her. “Carls? Carly, wake up!”

            “I’m gonna call Paul,” Liam says urgently.

            I held Carly’s right hand in my own while using my left to move some stray strands of hair away from her face. Her chest moved up and down as she drew in steady breaths. I glanced over to the other lads, and saw that they were pretty worried too. Niall was biting his nails with a worried expression etched on his face. Zayn was biting his bottom lip with the same look on his face, Liam looked worried as well while he was on the phone with Paul, telling him to come up quickly. And then there was Louis, who looked the most worried. Poor lad probably felt really guilty about being the one injuring Carly.

            A few minutes later, Paul showed up to our suite and turned to me. “Take her to her room,” he instructed me. “I called the doctor; he’ll be here soon.”