Stereotypes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8 - Visitation

“Absolutely not,” my dad said when Harry told him the other lads were on their way to the hospital. “She’s in no condition for visitors.”

“You’re a visitor dad. And so is Harry.”

“I’m your father, it’s different. And I tried to get rid of him, he just came back.”

“Well I told him it was okay for the guys to come. I don’t really know why they want to but yeah…”

-Forty minutes later-

“They’re downstairs, I’ll be right back,” Harry said as he stood up and left the room.

“I don’t like this, Skylar.”

“What’s so bad about it dad?”

“I know they’re good guys, I know that better than you do actually, I just… I don’t know. I don’t want anyone seeing my little girl like this. It’s not you. You’re tough, brave, not…”

“A weak, beaten mess?”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“But it’s what you’re thinking. And that’s okay, I’m not as tough as you think.”

“Trust me, I know that. But I like the fake toughness you put off a lot better than this. It makes you seem a lot less vulnerable.”

There were two knocks on the door then Harry pushed it open and walked in. Liam following behind him, then Louis, Zayn, and Niall. They all nodded and I could tell my condition took them by surprise but they were kind not to show it. Niall however was a little more taken aback.

He sucked in his breath when he saw me and said, “Oh my- uh, I’m sorry I just, I can’t.” He turned and walked back out of the room.

“Excuse me,” Liam said before following out after Niall to see if he was alright.

“Hey guys,” I said to Louis and Zayn. “Thanks for coming.” What exactly are you supposed to say in situations like this?!

Zayn came over and gave me a half hug like my dad had done, then stepped back so Louis could do the same. He cleared his throat, “Um, you too.” Wow, I thought Louis would be able to crack a joke or something to lighten the mood a bit but even he couldn’t come up with something. The few times I’ve been around him he was always laughing about something and everywhere he went he was making others laugh.

Liam and Niall came back in then, I could tell Niall had just cried a little. Liam came around and hugged me as well but Niall just pulled up a chair to my right and sat down next to me.

“Um, sorry about that. I uh, don’t do well seeing women in the condition you are.” He wasn’t making eye contact, I actually felt worse for him.

“That’s okay. I was just thanking the other two for coming, it means a lot.”

“No need to thank us,” Zayn said, “I think it’s important for one to have visitors while in the hospital. Helps them know they’re not alone in life, ya know?”

Harry had a strange expression on his face but he didn’t say anything.

“So how are you feeling?” Liam asked.

“Pretty good,” I lied, “I think some of the swelling is already fading.”

Harry and my dad both glared at me. Since the bruises had set a little they’ve actually gotten worse according to them, especially Harry since he’d been here since the beginning. It’s not like I could just tell Liam, “Terrible, I’m shittier than ever,” though.