Tally Tale 卌 [DISCONTINUED]

Thirteen

(Btw update on what Harry looks like nowadays

With the way I've written it, it's like December.....19th? Well it's December 19th 2021 now.

Or is it the 20th?

No it's been one night

Or did-

Wait

It's the 19th, I was right the first time

Yes the date does matter in this book ;-------)

Alright how tf did I end the last chapter

Oh yeah the awkward carrying part thing

Ugh hospital scenes yuck)

"Harry. Drive faster." I demand Harry.

"Ashton, no."

"Faster."

"No."

"Faster."

"No."

"Faster."

"No."

(If you have the same dirty mind as me-)

"Harry, please."

"No I'm not going to get a ticket. I'm going as fast as I can."

"Fine." I grumble, leaning back in my seat.

"I feel like you should be the younger brother sometimes, Ash." Harry chuckles.

X•X•X•X

"Hello." The lady at the desks smiles.

"Hello. Which room would Calum Hood be in?" Harry asks. My eyes widen at the calmness in his voice. I'm about to sprint through the whole hospital to find him.

"214, on the second floor." She smiles. A little bit of her brunette hair falls from her bun and she tucks it behind her ear. I see her send a sly wink to Harry.

"Thank you, have a nice day." Harry smiles, not reacting to the wink. We walk to the elevator.

"How are you so calm?" I ask Harry.

"Calum's fine, Ash." He chuckles, squeezing some hand sanitizer from the container on the wall. He rubs it into his skin and motions me to take some too. I copy him.

Harry steps forward and presses the up button, the "𠆢" symbol glowing orange. I cross my arms and tap my right foot impatiently.

"Ashton, calm down. Calum's fine, alright?"

"I know." I answer. "I'm just thinking of a long over dramatic speech to give him."

"I can assure you Mali has already done that." Harry replies.

"Then he'll get two." I shrug. The elevator dings and the doors slide open, 8 people piling out. Harry and I step in, followed by a woman with a little red haired girl, a man with a cane, a woman about 25 years old with glasses and her hair a mess and a man about 30 years old wearing a sweatshirt and blue jeans.

Harry presses the button for the second floor. The old man tries to reach but Harry stops him.

"What floor?"

"Four." The elder smiles with a dry voice. "Thank you, young man."

Harry smiles back. He looks at the woman with the little girl.

"Five, thank you."

"I'm four as well." The man and answers Harry's raised eyebrows.

"Si-" The young woman goes to answer Harry's unasked question. "A-Ashton?"

"How do you know my name?" I ask, surprised.

"Don't you kno-" She furrows her eyebrows before getting interrupted by Harry.

"She was our neighbour a few years back." Harry says. "Sorry, uh Zoe. Ashton's got amnesia. But please don't mention it to your family. We don't want to cause a commotion or anyone to worry about him, alright?"

"Yeah, got it." She smiles. The elevator doors open to the second floor. "Hope to see you and your friends soon, Ash. It was nice to see you too, Harry."

Harry nods and we exit the elevator to the white hallway.

"She seemed nice." I comment as Harry leads me down the hall.

"Uh yeah. She is." Harry responds.

X•X•X•X

I write about fedora ashton and you know what happens

THE FEDORA FUCKING COMES BACK

I STG I COULD WRITE ABOUT NATUAL HAIR MICHAEL THEN MAYBE IT WOULD COME TRUE