The Bad Boy

Chapter 130

Harry's P.O.V.

"But I miss her." I whisper.

"Get off your lazy butt and go see her then." Gemma says.

"It's not that easy." I sigh angrily. "I don't know where she lives or when she works and she's ignoring all my calls and texts. I wouldn't know how to find her."

"HELLOOOO! Her best friend is in the room right next to you, and SHE IS speaking to you!" Gemma waves her hand at the wall that seperates Ally's room from mine. "You have no valid excuses."

"I'm not supposed to leave this room." I argue.

Right after I finish my counter argument, my nurse pops her head in the door. "You're all good to go Harry! Just stop by the desk on your way out to fill out some paperwork and get some instructions for that hand!"

After she closes the door I glare at Gemma and ask, "How did you do that?"

She shrugs. "I'm just that good. Now go talk to Ally."

"How much longer are you going to stay?" I ask, climbing off the bed and walking to the door.

"I'm really in no rush to get back. Ashton is on some kind of business trip out of town so." Gemma explains as we walk back to Ally's room. Niall is nowhere to be found once we enter the room.

"Hey there bad ass." Ally grins when we walk into the room.

"I knew I was tough, I just didn't know I was a bad ass, wow!" Gemma jokes, walking over and sitting on the couch.

"So are you free to go?" Ally asks, glancing down at my bandaged hand.

"Yeah. This is a bunch of shit, all this wrapping and gauze. It didn't even need stitches. I'd rip it all off right now if I didn't have to check out before I leave." I answer.

"Well then. Someone's feeling feisty this afternoon." Ally laughs.

"Well then. Someone's feeling sarcastic this afternoon." I snap back. "You're too happy, what did they give you?"

"None of you business." She crosses her arms like a child and sticks her tongue out at me.

I shake my head and when it's turned I catch a glimpse of Gemma, who raises her eyebrows at me expectantly.

I sigh and shove a hand through my hair. "Do you know how I could find Steph? Like if I went to New York do you have her address?"

She seems to sober up instantly. "Why? You're not going to do that, are you?"

"I was planning on it, yeah." I answer.

"No, you can't do that to her." Ally says, tight lipped like she doesn't want to say anything else.

"And why is that?" I ask, cramming my good hand into the pocket of my jeans.

"You slept with another girl." Ally answers. I hear Gemma gasp, but I ignore her.

"I was drunk and we weren't even together when it happened!" I protest.

"You were fighting when it happened. Neither of you had said it was over." Ally argues, eyes hard.

"How do you know all this?" I ask.

"That girl you slept with? She's one of my friends, same age as me actually. And Steph, yeah that's right, she was friends with Steph too." Ally says and I feel my eyes widen in surprise. 

"You....you told her...." I gasp.

"She deserved to know, and you clearly weren't going to tell her. I gave you time to tell her on your own but you never did. And after she knew she still gave you time to tell her, and you still didn't do it." Ally says.

"So you're not going to help me?" I ask.

"If Steph wants to talk to you or see you, she'll answer your calls or return your texts." Ally says by means of answer.

"In that case, I'll find it on my own." I storm out of the room.

Because I know she's right.