Dreamland~ (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

That was when my dream begun…

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 “She should be awake soon.”

 “No, I predict much longer.” I heard voices.

“Thank you for staying Mr. Styles.” I heard the sound of a pen clicking.

 “It was my pleasure. I’ll be sure to pay for the entire cost of the damages.” I heard a slow deep British accent.

 “What?” I sat up. 

Where am I?

No way, is that-

“Hi, I’m Harry Styles.”

I just was staring up at him. Then I noticed the doctor standing next to him, also Gia and Rachel.

“I know.” I shook my head, slowly still staring at him.

Then I looked down and noticed I was in a hospital bed.

My eyes grew wide and I started getting panicky. First of all, I don’t have well past experiences with hospitals, and second of all, I didn’t have any memory of why I was here at all.

“Gia.” I cried and began hyperventilating.

“Get me out of here please.”

I looked back up, and Harry was staring at me with his hand gripping the top of his curls and his eyes had tears.

“Brandi.”

He kneeled over next to me and grabbed my hand.

“Am I dead?” I whispered to Harry.

Because Harry Styles could seriously not be holding my hand right now; worrying over me.

He laughed lightly.

“Not at all.”

“Brandi, Mr. Styles’ car came hard into contact with yours while you were driving only just a day ago. You’ve been in a coma only for 24 hours, it’s a miracle. We were expecting a week.”

That slowly settled in, and the events slowly came back to me.

“Oh.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

“Are you okay?” I turned back to Harry.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He smiled at me, and his dimples stood out. “I was so worried about you, even though I barely know you.” He held my hand tighter.

 “I’ll go sign your prescription Miss Carter.” The doctor slowly turned around and left.

 “Well. Brandi, be right back I wanna fill my water bottle up, c’mon mom.” Gia grabbed onto Rachel’s arm and tugged her out the door with her, and winked at me as she shut it. Did she seriously leave me alone in a room with Harry Styles?

 “I didn’t mean to hit you Brandi.” Harry put his head down. “And even though I barely know you, Gia, Rachel, and your other visitors have told me a lot about you. I feel like I do.”

 “I know you.” I wasn’t even sure of what to say, I still feel half asleep. “You’re in One Direction. And you’re really a great guy Harry, for staying here with me. You didn’t have too.”

 “But I wanted too. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled again. “I even slept here; in that chair.” He nodded towards the corner.

 I gasped. “That was too much, you probably have a busy life to get back too Harry.”

 “No, we have a few days off, I’m leaving this weekend. Saturday.” Then he took a deep breath. “I’m also sorry about your parents.”

 “Oh.” I wasn’t expecting that. “Don’t say you’re sorry, it’s not your fault… And what else have you learned about me?”

 “That you do cheerleading. At first I figured you were one of those pretty, bossy, popular girls, but Rachel really told me the deep things about you; you’re so down to earth...”

 “Go on..” I watched him blush a bit, and he looked down away from me.

 “You do a lot of charity work, and don’t even tell anyone about it. You started a club at school against bullying…. You’re first kiss was with a chubby boy who picked his nose and would eat it.” He started laughing.

 “That was in second grade.” I grumbled. Damn you Gia for telling him that.

 “Oh, and a lot more. But I know you like to be tickled. And it’s in a spot where you’re not sore.” He moved down to the end of my bed.

 “No!”  I gasped as Harry started tickling my foot, and wouldn’t stop.

This caused him to laugh too, probably laughing at my obnoxious laugh and my squirming under the blankets. I shoved him away finally and panted as I tried to regain my breath.

Harry was looking into my eyes, all silliness gone from his face.

“I didn’t intentionally meet you on purpose Brandi, but I’m really glad I did.” And held my hand again.