Erase Me (Color Me Book 2 H.S)

CHAPTER 36

CARLI

I took Niall's cold hand in mine, squeezing it softly. I was sad that I had to leave him, for something stupid that the art class wanted to do. If you asked me what I wanted to do, I would say I wanted to go home and hide out from everything. Harry waited in the doorway, his eyes watching me. I looked at Niall again, whispering that I would be back soon. As Harry and I walked out of the room, I looked over at him and fell silent.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked after a moment. His head turned to me, his eyes staring into mine. A soft smile was placed on his cracked lips, his hand taking mine tightly.

"Me? I'm peachy." I mumbled. "But what about you? How are you doing?" I knew this was hard for him to go through. I mean, I was shot and clinging to life. It was the same thing, except different people. Harry's eyes looked tired, his hand slightly shaking against mine.

"Fine." Harry managed to say as he pulled me tightly to him. "I hate hospitals."

"Me too." I wrapped my arm around his waist as we walked, his cologne calming me slowly. As we walked back to the hotel to get ready, we had to pass where the shooting happened. I looked at the bare spot, the area guarded by safety tape. Blood was on the ground, the area looking like a horrid crime scene from your favorite scary movie. The wind whipped against us in a crazy manner, my body shivering. I giggled under my breath as Harry pulled me tighter against him, his hand squeezing my hip.

"I'll pick you up soon. How about you take a nap? You look horrible." Harry joked. I rolled my eyes at him, pinching his side. "Ouch!?" Harry whined.

"Thanks for that. You are such a great boyfriend!" I sarcastically said, giggling at the end. Harry sent me a glare, catching my lips with his.

"I know." Harry smiled cheekily, winking at me as he walked away. I shook my head and walked into my hotel, listening as the door slowly shut behind me. I sighed to myself as I slipped off my heals and jeans, my shirt falling to the floor after. I crawled into my sheets and snuggled into them, my eyes casting out the window. Harry was putting up his walls again and I had no idea what was going through his head right now. Sure, he could say he was fine. But was he really? I felt bad, I should know this since I am his girlfriend. Tears sprang to my eyes, my hands wiping them away. I reached over to my bedside table, slowly grabbing my necklace Harry gave me. Slipping it around my neck, I softly pressed the rings to my lips, kissing it softly.

"I love you, Harry." I whispered as I slipped into a peaceful state.

HARRY STYLES