What Hurts The Most (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chap. 4

Black. Everywhere. Nothing. Just black. It was all I saw. Black. I wanted to open my eyes and see where I was at but I couldn't. I don't know why but I can't open my eyes right now. I relaxed and took in a few deep breaths. I could see a light. I could finally open my eyes. I did and saw a ceiling. It wasn't the same as the one in my house. I felt around and realized I was in a bed. I sat up. It was really different. I felt pain go through my head and a little bit through my stomach. I touched my head. There was a big Band-Aid on it. I looked around and saw pictures. A guy with curly hair with pictures of him and I guess his mother and maybe sister or girlfriend. She was pretty. He looked familiar. "Wait. That's H-" I heard a door click. I went to the far corner of the bed and laid back on the wall and held my knees close to my chest. I saw the door open. I hid my face behind my knees. I was scared. "Hey. Are you ok?" A deep British accent said. I looked up slowly. I saw the mop of curls and the green eyes. He stood at the other end of the bed, across from me. I just looked at him. Than he smiled. I knew who he is but I can't get the name out. He sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out but I held my knees closer to my chest. he pulled back. "I'm sorry." He went to the other side of the bed where there was a couch. He sat and played on his phone. I saw the time on the clock on the wall that hung about him. 4 a.m. I didn't say anything and neither did he. Minuets passed. All I could hear was my breathing and the ticking of the clock. I looked back at the time. Good thing its Saturday. I don't have work. I saw the clock strike 5. I saw my phone on the night stand next to the bed. "I'm ok." I whispered. He looked up. "What?" "You asked if I was ok and I'm ok." He looked at me. I looked back. I got off the bed and grabbed my phone and walked out of the bedroom. "Hey. Hold on a second." I walked out the door into a long hall way. I saw a light at one end of the hall way. I followed it and came up to a flight of stairs. I walked down but half way down, I felt dizzy. "Oh God." I held the railing to stay up. "Oh, let me help you." I felt his arms sweep under the back of my knees and he carried me bridal style. He laid me on the couch. He walked over and grabbed some pain killers and a glass of water. I took them and sat the glass on the coffee table across from me. "Did you save me?" I asked. "Yes. I heard a girl squeal and I thought it was one of my fan-... My cat and I saw a guy hitting you." I nodded. "Thank you." I whispered. "No problem. Are you new here?" He asked as he sat down next to me. I started to feel uncomfortable. "Yeah. My friend and I moved here from America." he nodded. "I can tell. You don't have the same accent as every one else's." I nodded. I saw a picture of him and his girlfriend. I pointed to it. "Your girlfriend is beautiful." He looked at the picture. "Her? No. She's my sister. I don't have a girlfriend." I nodded. "Oh." He rested his arm on the back of the couch but it slid over behind me. It started to get out of my comfort zone. "So have you got to look at London yet?" I shook my head. He scooted over closer to me. It was out of the comfort zone. "Would you like a tour around?" His face was really close to mine. I couldn't take it. "I-I have to go." I stood up and walked out the door. I saw the house number. Its right next to mine. "Damn it." I cursed under my breath. I cut through his yard and went to my house. I unlocked my house door and closed it behind me. "Whoa! Who's there!" Kyle jumped out from behind the couch and had his wooden baseball bat. "Kyle. Its Ivey." "Ivey? Where have you been!?" I ran to him and hugged him. I was walking home and a guy jumped me and started to beat me." "I should of went home when you did." I shook my head. "But a guy saved me. Guess who." Kyle thought for a while. "A neighbor? A dog? A cat? Who?" I looked into his eyes. "Harry Styles and he lives right next door." His eyes grew big. "He took care of me. He put a big Band-Aid on my head." He nodded. "Good thing its the weekend." I nodded. "I should take you to the hospital." I shook my head. "Let me sleep. Please? Its been a hard night. I'm still in the same clothes. Please?" He shook his head. "No. Now. So we know nothing is too serious." I nodded. "At least let me change first." He nodded and I went upstairs. I changed out of my clothes and threw on some pajama pants, convers, and a tank top. I grabbed a jacket and put it on as I walked down stairs. "Ready?" I nodded. He helped me in the car. As he drove to the hospital, I saw Harry with his window open and he was looking out. I took in a deep breath. "Are you ok?" Kyle asked. I nodded.