Impending • Harry Styles

Chapter Seventeen

[mia]
The police continued to ask me all types of questions but I couldn't even focused due to the fact that Zayn might have something to do with this, and it kills me.

"Mia-babe." I soft voice calls as someone enters through the door of my hospital room.

"Harry." I reply.

Harry I Need to tell him, but how?

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He shakily asks while cupping my chin in his hand.

"I'm-I'm good." I manage to squeak out.

He proceeds to move closer to me and now he's laying next to me on the bed. I hear the door creak a bit and look up to find my mum and our eyes meet, she gives me a warm kind smile.

"What did the police... Say?"
He asks me while never losing eye contact with me.

"They just said they'll take all my information and try and look into it. The guy the did this to me is going to jail most likely. The court trial will be coming up soon. I don't want to go though." I reply back. I'm so scared, do I tell Harry. Will he get mad if I accuse Zayn of something he may or may not have done.

He then places a small kiss on my lips while placing his hand around my neck and the other on my waist.

"Mia I need to tell you something." He pulls back off my lips.

I nod in response.

"I think.. Zayn... Might have-"

"Might have had something to do with it?" I cut him off.

He nods back.

"Harry I'm so scared." I announce when he hasn't spoken a word in what feels like hours, but in reality it's only been a few seconds. I look at him deeply and sadly and feel tears fall from my eyes uncontrollably and I quickly wipe them away in hopes Harry wouldn't see, but of course he did.

"Mia baby, it's gonna be okay." My mother suddenly speaks up and rubs my back to comfort me.

I feel sharp pains digging into my throat just at the thought of Zayn being behind this and Harry thinking exactly the same as I am.

I need to speak to Harry, and only Harry.

"Mum-" I look up at her "-can you please leave the room-" her face instantly drops and I frantically move my arms to comfort her as her frown is prominent. "-no just I-I need to talk to Harry about something."

She doesn't say a word and then walks out.

I look over to Harry who is staring directly at my mouth and I cough causing him to move his gaze to my eyes.

"Mia- I know I shouldn't say this. But you can't tell the police on Zayn, he's my bestfriend. He's had such a hard time and-"

"-A hard fucking time? He isn't the one who got taken advantage of!" I raise my voice and I can feel my jaw clenching.

"No no Mia I didn't mean it like that." He says while backing away from me as I begin to be infuriated.

"Get out!" I spit.

"Mia no babe I-"

"-GET OUT!"

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