The Nerdy Harry (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

I wake up to a shinning light. Where am I?! I sit up quickly. Ugh! my head is hurting so bad! "Wait, why am I in a hospital bed?" I think as I lay back down, just as the door opens. "Oh! Harry's awake!" I hear a high pitch voice say. I hear two people walk in as I sit up slowly. It's Mum and a short red head man next to her. The guy is wearing white and has a clip board in his hand. He writes something down. "How are you feeling?" he asks. "Fine?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "Ok," he says as he uses a flash light to check my eyes. "You're good to go." he says and walks out. "HARRY!" my Mum screams as she runs to me and gives me a hug. "Never ever EVER worry me like that again." she cries. "Sorry mum." I say getting up.

We leave the hospital quickly and go home. When we got home I go upstairs into my room and grab clean clothes. I go into the bathroom and hear my mum on the phone "Yeah, he was out for 3 days and he-" 3 days!? Wow. I go into the bathroom and start the shower, when I'm done showering I brush my teeth and go into my room for bed. I sit in my bed unable to fall asleep, I get up "Mum!" I call down the stairs. "Yes hun?" she asks. "do I have to go to school tomorrow?" I ask "Yes. I bet all of your friends will want to see you, and it will be Thursday, Thursday is picture day, you can't miss that! Go pick out what your going to wear, just incase you wake up late. Night love you." she says and I go back to bed and fall asleep worrying about what tomorrow will be like.

Of course I slept right through my alarm. I ran into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I never noticed how battered my face was. There was no way I was going in like this. Especially on picture day. "Mum?" I quietly whisper, walking into her lonely room. My parents divorced when I was 5 and I've always taken care of her since then. "Mmm.." I hear my Mum groan. "Mum I don't want to go to school today.." My Mum sat up, wiping her eyes. "Oh Harry, darling. Come here" She pats on her lap. Aren't I a bit old to sit on her lap?

I shrugged and took the offer. Once I got into her lap she hugged me close, kissing my cheek. "You can stay home just this one time." She whispers, kissing my cheek one more time and releasing me. I smiled. "Thank Mum. You're the best" I ran into my room and pulled out my phone texting Louis. "Lou, I'm not coming in today." I put my phone down, flipping my curls. He must already be in class because he's taking ages to respond. My phone vibrates and I smile, looking at the text. My smile turns into a scared expression. "That was only the beginning. If it wasn't for Mrs.Allen, you'd be dead. See you later, Styles" I threw my phone against the wall, my breath quickens in fear.

"Fuck!" I cuss outloud, looking with only my eyes, hoping my Mum didn't hear that. I hear a faint knock on the door. My eyes widen. I slowly walk down the steps, trying not to make a sound, crossing the carpet and infront of the door. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes shut as if I'm waiting for a punch, opening the door. "Hi Harry" A familiar sweet voice greets me. My eyes shoot opened. I see Mrs.Allen standing in the doorway with some flowers. "These are for you!" She says with a smile. "I'm sorry for what happened. That was uncalled for." She clicks her cheeks, awwing. "You look terrible!" I didn't know how to react when her soft fingers ran over my bruises. Instead I backed away. I saw her frown, handing me the flowers. "I'm so sorry that I was too late." She turned around, walking back to her car. I couldn't just let her leave without thanking her. "M-Mrs.Allen?" She flung around with the biggest smile on her face. "U-Uh.. Thank you" She nodded and got into her car, rolling down the window. "If you need a ride anywhere, I'm going to drop my number right here." She drops a small piece of paper on the drivway and speeds off. I hesitanty look at the piece of paper. I look behind me then walk out grabbing it before wind starts to pick up. "Call me sometime" was written on the note with her number. It wasn't signed "Mrs.Allen" instead it was signed "Jess". So that's her first name.. I felt butterflies fill my stomach as I restate her name in my head. I walked back smiling, closing the door quietly. I find a vase in the cabinet and fill it with water, carefully placing the flowers in, taking a deep breath, taking in the