The Bad Boy

Chapter 105

Harry's P.O.V.

Ash huffs "You're impossible Haz."

"I'M impossible? More like ally or Stephanie are impossible." I respond.

"You just don't get it. But one way or another you're going to learn and from the looks of it, it'll be the hard way." Ash says. "I'm going back inside, but feel free to stay out here.

She stands up and huffs back into the hospital. I sit on the bench and try to distract myself with my phone, looking for someone to text. The only person I want to text is Steph....

A text pops up from Gemma. I open it. It says: "Are you busy?"

I quickly answer "no" and hen her reply is "Talk?"

I dial her number and she answers with a hello.

"Hey Gem." I say. "How's mum?"

"Pretty good actually. She just left to go for a walk." Gemma says. "How are you?"

"Fine." Not exactly the truth.

"You sure don't sound fine." Gemma says. "What's wrong?"

An ambulance speeds by, siren blaring.

"Was that a siren? Are you hurt? Are you in the hospital?" She rapid fires questions at me.

"I'M FINE GEM!" I interupt.

"Then why are you at a hospital?" She asks.

"Ally has been throwing up since last night and Niall had me drive her to the hospital and I've just been hanging out. There's a snag with the insurance so they haven't been able to run any tests." I say, then add "Ally puked in Niall's shoe on the way here."

"Lovely." She says. "Tell Ally I said I hope she feels better. Is Ash there with you?"

"Yeah, actually. She's leaving tomorrow or the next day, she doesn't know when." I tell her.

"Oh. Is she coming back here?" Gemma asks.

"I don't know." She asks the most ridiculous questions. It's not like I interogated Ash.

"Is Steph there? I need to ask her opinion on this dress I'm making her." Gemma asks.

"No, actually she's not." I huff.

"Are you lying to me?" Gemma asks. "She has to be there with Ally. Ally's her best friend."

"Yeah well she's not Gemma." My tone is short and clipped. "Why the f*** would I lie about that?"

"You like to lie." Gemma says. "Where's she at?"

"New York, alright? She's in f****** New York and i'm in the shit hole Evansville. Is that ok with you?" I yell.

"Yes, it is ok with me, but it doesn't sound like it's ok to you." She obsserves.

"no it's not f****** ok! We should be together not thousands of damn miles apart Gemma. I know you went to fashion school but I'm pretty sure there's a brain in your head." I bark.

"This definitely isn't ok with you." She mutters, then louder, "What happened?"

"She applied to a college in New York, and was going early for a job shadowing thing but I had to find out from her mom two days before she was set to leave!" I explain.

She's silent and I can tell she's thinking. "Is that the whole story?"

"She said she was planning on telling me." I sigh reluctantly.