Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 16

Harry's POV

She's uncoucious.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Why did I left her alone?

Why did her friends left her alone?

I need to take her to the hospital.

I can't even think straight. My blood is still boiling.

I'd definitly have killed those motherfuckers... they were all over her, with those shitty mouths, holding her still while she screamed... I would kill them with my own hands... but then I saw her, on the ground, not moving, almost half naked and my world just fell. And when I noticed, they ran away.

If they did something to her, I'll never forgive myself for it. I shouldn't have left her alone after what happened. She wasn't feeling good and, after we kissed, I just ran like a fucking baby.

It's my fault. Everything's always my fault.

The nearest hospital is still a bit far, and I'm driving like crazy. I don't give a fuck about anything else right now.

I just want her to be okay. That's all that really matters to me.

Of a sudden, I feel something move on my right.

She's awake.

"Mia, are you okay? J-just wait, we're almost there". I'm panicking now. I don't know what really happened, I just got there when I was walking to my car and heard someone screaming for help.

"W-where are we?". She asks, her voice low, tired.

"On our way to the hospital, we're almost there."

"N-no"

"What?"

"J-just... just take me home." She asks, lifting her head a bit and adjusting the jacket I've put on her, against her bare chest.

"No, not a chance. You need to see a doctor."

"Harry... They didn't... t-they... they didn't anything." I let out a deep breath that I didn't knew I was holding. "I'm okay." She says, almost whispiring. She's so weak, partly because of what happened but also because she drank. It's to much for her to handle.

"Mia you really need to..."

She trails me off. "Just take me home Harry. Please." She asks one more time.

Even when she's weak, she's stubborn as fuck.

I turn around as soon as I can, driving back home. I know for sure she'll be asleep when we get there.

"Can I... Can I s-stay... with you?" She asks almost asleep.

Of course she's staying with me. There's no way in hell that I would left her alone again.

"You wouldn't have other choice."

-

Surprisingly she wakes up when we're home. She looks so tired, so... not her. Her eyes have no sparkle, her hair is a mess. But yet, she's beautiful. I dont know how she does it, but she's gorgeous.

"How are you feeling?"

"How do you think?" Stupid question Harry. Stupid question. Of course she's not feeling well.

"D-did they... beat you up or something?" I ask her, but I quickly gasp when I have my answer. A purple bruise is already forming on her upper left cheek, almost reaching her eye. Her lower lip has as a small but deep cut. "Fuck."