Trouble in LA | Harry Styles

Chapter 35

Adam Levine's POV

I was walking down the streets of Beverly Hills, the only place I could walk without getting trampled by fans. I saw up ahead that there was something ying on the road. What is that? I picked up speed and when I saw what it was I almost died. Right here in front of me, laid a naked teenage boy, maybe 16 or 17, with a giant stab wound right in the gut. I grabbed my phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" Asked the lady on the line.

"Hi yeah, um, I was going for a walk and there's this teenage boy laying here in the street with a stab wound in the gut." I said trying to be calm even though I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Are they still breathing?" They asked. I knelt down next to the boy and checked their neck for a pulse.

"They have a slow pulse." I said.

"What's your address we're sending help now." I gave them the address and hung up the phone. I sat next to the boy and waited for an ambulance.

Kyla's POV

I sat there in my bed watching Netflix on my laptop. Well, I was, now I'm trying to find something to watch on here. I swear I have watched everything good that's on here. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" I yelled. Harry walked in.

"Hey Haz, I see you like walking in my house without telling me now." I said. He chuckled.

"Well, what can I say? Stalking people is just me specialty." He said smiling.

"Really? I thought you were usually the one being stalked." I said closing my laptop. He chuckled again.

"So I saw your Instagram picture." He said turning his face to his lap.

"Yeah, lots of people saw it." I said.

"So, are you guys yanno, like a thing now? I thought you were with Brent." He said.

"I was, but he was cheating on me the whole time." I said. He looked up and I avoided his gaze.

"So what about you and this Shawn guy?" He asked. I didn't answer for about a minute, mostly because I didn't know what to say.

"I don't know, I mean I know he likes me and all, but I thought I maybe liked him because of what happened with Brent but, now I'm not so sure." I said. He nodded.

"So how are you and Taylor?" I asked. Asking about how they have to date for publicity.

"Honestly, it's awful. She's so mean and she treats me like crap." He said. I was about to say something, but I was cut off by my phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID. Why is Brice calling me?

"Hello?" I said picking up the phone.

"You need to come to the hospital!" He said.

"What, why?" I said.

"It's Brent." He said.

"What happened?" I asked.

"He's in the hospital." He said. I could tell he was trying not to cry.

"Oh my god I'm on my way." I said hanging up the phone and racing downstairs.

"Kyla what's wrong?" Harry asked following me down the stairs.

"It's Brent. He's in the hospital." I said with tears streaming down my face. Sure, he cheated on me, but I cheated on him even though I didn't mean to. I still care about him and I don't want to lose him. I started crying and Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me.

"It's okay." He said trying to make me feel better. It wasn't really working. We stood there for a few minutes.

"Come on, I'll drive you." He said. I nodded wiping my tears and putting on my shoes. I ran out to the car and got inside. The drive to the hospital was silent. I'm really not surprised though. When we got to the hospital I ran up to the front desk.

"I need to see Brent Rivera." I said to the lady.

"Floor 3 Room 376. Make sure you check at the desk there to see if they're accepting guests." She said sounding like she didn't care at all. I ran to the elevator and pressed floor 3.

"It's gonna be okay Kyla." I heard. I looked over and saw Harry. I've been so freaked out I hadn't even noticed he was here.

"I don't know." I said. I leaned against the back of the elevator and waited for the doors to open. As soon as they did I ran out to the main desk.

"Brent Rivera please." I said.

"I'm sorry he's in surgery recovery. No visitors." She said.

"What?! No that's fucking bullshit! How the hell do you expect me to sit out here and just fucking wait! What if he fucking dies! Then what!?" I yelled to the lady at the desk.

"Do I need to call security?" She asked.

"No." I said then walked off. I saw Brice sitting in the corner of the waiting room.

"Brice!" I said. He looked up and you could tell that he'd been crying. He ran up to me and hugged me.

"What happened?" I asked.

"He got stabbed in Beverly Hills." He said.

"Are you serious?" I asked. He nodded. Oh my god. I can't believe he got stabbed. Why would anyone want to do that? And why was he in Beverly Hills? So many questions, but zero answers.