I woke up in a strange room. I wondered were I was.
"Harry?" I called out.
I saw Harry come rushing to my said.
"Princess, oh my god. Your okay." He said jumpy.
"What happened?"
"You were hit. By a car last night." Harry said disappointed.
What?! I was hit by a car? What the fuck! How does that just happen.
"We will be taking you home tonight. You were out for 2 days" Harry said.
I assumed I fell back asleep because I woke up again in a strange place. I was in Harry's bed. I heard noises coming from the kitchen.
"Zayn, I am not telling her it was Jasper who hit her, and neither are you. Okay?" Harry yelled.
JASPER HIT ME? HE'S IN IRELAND? HOW COULD HE FIND US. IN IRELAND.
You totally have to be kidding me right now.
I got up out of the bed rushing to the kitchen, even though I was a bit sore.
"Harold Edward Styles." I yelled.
"Shit.." He murmured under his breathe.
"Good luck" Zayn said running out the door.
I stood there for a second just staring at him.
"I assume you know what I'm pissed about." I said.
"Mel! Please, I was going to tell you it's just.." Harry stopped.
He looked so sad and disappointed.
"I didn't want our trip to Ireland to be ruined. I didn't want you to worry about it." Harry said.
He came up to me and placed a small kiss on my forehead. I spread my arms around him and held him tight.
It's been awhile since me and Harry have been romantic. It's like all this time we have been obsessing over what to do with Jasper.
"I love you, Mel." Harry whispered into my ear, nibbling my ear lobe.
I didn't say anything back because he already knew I loved him back.
"Soo, you looked really stressed. Maybe I can help with that." Harry said smirking.
"Not tonight, Styles."
