Trouble in LA | Harry Styles

Chapter 36

Kyla's POV

I sat in the waiting room with my head on Harry's shoulder. My heart wouldn't stop racing. If Brent died, I wouldn't know what I'd do with myself. Sure, we had a bumpy relationship, ok it crashed and burned into a pile of crap on a dirty hotel room floor, but I still want to be friends with him. How awkward could it be?

"Are you alright love?" Harry asked me, but all I did was shrug. I honestly had no idea anymore. 

"Listen, everything's going to be ok. Whoever did this is going to get caught." He said.

"We won't know who did it though if he never wakes up." I said when a fat little old lady came towards the waiting area.

"Brent Rivera." She said, and we all stood up. My heart started racing even faster than it had before. 

"You see, his stab wound looked extremely serious, so the doctors didn't think that he was going to make it, but thankfully the would is not to bad. No vital organs were damaged so he should be ok. He'll most likely be out of the hospital in less than a week. The only thing is that he'll be bed ridden. He is also allowed visitors now. he should be up soon. " She said, and a felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders. Literally, Harry had his arms around my shoulders and he took his arm off so there was no more weight anymore. I raced to the room that he was staying in. I was right behind his family. Brice took the chair next to his bed and his mum took the one farther away while the rest of us stood and waited. 

After 15 minutes my stomach started to growl. 

"Are you hungry love?" Harry asked me. I wish  he would stop calling me love. It makes my heart flutter, and I know that I can't be with him. Not after what happened last time. As much as I really do like him, I know that we can never be. Especially with the whole Liam never wanting me to date any of his band mates thing. 

"Yeah," I said looking up at Harry. He's so tall it's really not fair. 

"C'mon, lets go down to the food court then." He said, and I nodded. I told Brice where we were going, and he nodded. We made our way down the elevator towards the food court. When we got there we both stopped in our tracks. 

"Maybe we should just go out." Harry suggested, and I quickly agreed. This hospital food looked disgusting. We did a full 180 degree turn and went back to Harry's car. I really had no idea why Harry was doing all of this for me. It just didn't make any sense. 

"Harry, can I ask you something?" I asked turning away from the window to look at him.

"You just did." He said putting on his familiar cheeky, yet attractive, smirk. 

"No, like seriously." I said, as he pulled up in the McDonald's parking lot. 

"Of course you can love." He said, and I sighed.

"Why are you dong all this for me?" I asked him. 

Harry's POV

Oh no. She's asking me. I can't just blurt out why I'm doing all this for her. It'll turn her off and she'll never want to talk to me again, and I can't let that happen. She's just to perfect to let go of. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked trying to act all casual. 

"You know what I'm talking about. How you come to my house all the time, you watched me by a complete wreck at the hospital over my ex-boyfriend. I just don't understand why you always treat me so, so, I don't know how to explain it." She said running her hands through her hair. I sighed. This is your time Harry. Just tell her and maybe it will all work out. 

"I do all of this because, because, I do it all because I love you. I don't love you as a friend best friend or my sister. I'm completely and totally in love with you. I'm in love with how no matter what someone does to you, you still want them to be apart of your life. How you care about everyone before you care about yourself, and how you let your friends live with you for free because you don't want them to have financial troubles, and how you told me you wanted to start your own foundation to help children in Africa. How you don't listen to what other people say because you know that they don't know the real you. How your hair is always perfect even when you wake up first thing in the morning, and no matter how many times you say that you look awful, you still look like the most beautiful girl in the world. You somehow get along with almost everyone you meet. I'm in love with everything you do. The way you smile, your happy attitude towards the world. I just can't help but love you. You're always on my mind every second of the day. And when you're with another guy I just can't take it inside. I only want you to be with me. And everything that you do that you don't find right I find perfect. Kyla, I've been in love with you for so long. I find it hard not knowing that we can't be together, but either way, I'm still in love with you." I said starring into her big brown eyes.

Kyla's POV

I could feel myself tearing up after what Harry just said. I couldn't believe that he said that. After I never thought that we could be, I actually had hope for us. After what he said, I realized that I don't just like him, I'm in love with him too. 

"Harry-" I started, but he cut me off.

"You don't have to tell me you don't feel the same, it's ok I understand." He said running his hands through his perfect curly hair.

"That's not what I was going to say," I started, and he looked up at me confused. It felt like his gorgeous green eyes were starring into my soul. 

"I'm in love with you too, and I do understand how we can't be together because you have to be with Taylor and I have to be with Shawn, but-" I started, but he cut me off again. 

"What do you mean you have to be with him?" He asked. 

"We're only fake dating, I mean, he wants it to be more and I thought I did, but I can't be with someone when I know that I'm in love with someone else." After I said that, Harry's eyes lit up. 

"So, you actually want to be with me?" He asked.

"Of course I do." I said, and he smiled before leaning in and kissing me. This moment that we shared was perfect, but perfect always has to come to an end. My thoughts caused me to pull away. 

"What's wrong love?" He asked me.

"We still can't date," I said frowning, and we sat in silence. That was until Harry came up with an idea.

"What if we talked to management?" He asked.

"What if they say no?" I asked, and he flashed me his signature smirk.

"Then you'll just be my little secret then won't yeah?"