A Tragedy Away (h.s. fan fiction)

Chapter Forty Eight

⚙Delia's POV⚙
My heart rate hasn't gone down like I thought it would since H got back in the car. I didn't feel as safe as I thought. Especially since now I know I'm not. Whoever that person was could've kidnapped me or worse. I carefully open my door to let H carry me into the sliding doors of the emergency room. He picked me up like I was a piece of paper and easily shut the door and locked it.
"Wait!" I yell making him look down on me and abruptly stop. I contemplate about telling him what happened then decide against it. I'm not a victim and I don't want him to look at me like I'm a homeless puppy.
"Did you forget something in the car?" He asked and for a second I think he know about the letter but I remember sliding it into my shirt.
"N-No I just.........I really don't want to go back in there........." I said breaking eye contact.
"Okay.......now tell me why." He said continuing to walk as if I hadn't jut protested.
"I'm scared! There's glass in my foot and they'll have to pick it out one by one and I'm scared, okay." I admit. His eyebrows furrow down his forehead. His expression is so guarded. I want to ask him what he's thinking.
"You're going in." He said taking his gaze away from mine after a long pause. The simple sentence held that last word on the argument and I knew there was no use objecting. When we walked in, no one greeted us or came to help. Instead we saw countless nurses running around and no doctors in sight. Even the receptionist was about to dash off somewhere but H stopped her by blocking her way.
"She needs a doctor........now." He said staring down at the little short lady.
"She'll have to wait. There's forty other patients waiting in the comfort room. Not including the thirty five form the massive car crash two hours ago." She replied back with a little ferocity in her voice.
"She can't wait!" He lost him temper and i felt his grasp on my tighten.
"I didn't say she could I said she'll have to. Now move the hell out of my way sir!" He stared her down for a few seconds later.
"Man, fuck you! Fuck this!" He said turning away from her and heading down a hallway leading to god knows where.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To get you some proper fucking help. 'You'll have to wait' who the fuck is she anyways!" He mimicked going on a rant about hospitals. I take this time to study his face. He has a very distinct jaw line, not as much as Harry but still strong. He has tattoos trailing all the way to the top of his neck. I noticed that whenever he's angry his eyes get a little brighter and his lips pull to the side in jerky movements.
"Don't let me fall." I said attempting to lighten the mood with a joke. Instead I got a cold look from him.
"Why would I drop you? You weigh nothing." He said still in his angry mood. He turns a sharp corner and we end up in a utility closet. He sets me down on a bucket and tunes to leave but I grab his arm.
"Where are you going?!" I ask afraid to be left alone again tonight. He looks at me like I grew two heads.
"I'm going to come right back. It won't take long." He said turning to leave again but I grab his arm again.
"B-..........." I stumble over what to say without giving away too much or too little. He looks me in the eye with this look that tells me he is not in the utility closet anymore. He looks millions of years away right now.
"I'm coming back as fast as I can, I promise." He said but I have a feeling in my gut that makes me want to be the one reassuring him. I stare in shock as he turns his back and walks out of the closet. What is up with him. Like completely. Now that I have the room to think. Do I even really know this guy? I know for a fact that H isn't his real name. I don't know his last name.........or his birthday..........or where he lives.......I'm not even sure where he's from. Whenever I ask he gives me these vague ass answers just like with every other question I ask. And what is with him and that middle school down the street from my place!!??? He almost stopped there on the way to the emergency room but immediately restarted the car. He is a very peculiar person but then so am I. I can't really be mad at him for not jumping at the opportunity to share every detail about himself to me. Especially when I'm so guarded with everyone my damn self. When he asked me about what happened.........I don't know why but I felt as if I was betraying Harry. I barely met this guy........and I barely met Harry.......but I know more about Harry because we've spent time with each other.......even if half of that time was either in the hospital or in his pad. But I've spent time with H too. But I still feel like I'm betraying Harry if I tell H everything. And by everything I mean everything. Even the stuff Alondra and Claudia don't know. And I'm sure when they get back Ámarí will know too since she is already in our circle kind of. And we've been getting close ever since I figured out she and Harry weren't involved together. But I feel like Harry should know first. Like it's his right. It's not like I owe him anything because lord knows I don't owe him a motherfucking thing after everything that happened. I even felt immediately guilty after me and H.....well did what we did. Especially when he walked in not even ten minutes later. He looked so broken when H told him that he was my boyfriend. Not just physically but emotionally. He was so vulnerable. Almost like how he looked when her came looking for me at the carnival after he realized I was gone. The image of the blonde pops in my head and a wave of hatred spreads from my toes to my ears. God she was so perfect......I just wanted to make her blonde hair stain red. But I'm not jealous......or am I? Before I can even finish my thoughts H busts into the closet making me jump. He has a white bag in his hand, and a styrofoam cup in the other. He closes and locks the door and for a moment I couldn't breathe. I quickly shake the all too familiar thought out of my head.
"Sit in the floor and set your feet on the bucket." He said not looking up from the white bag. I did as I was told and watched him pull all kinds of medical supplies.
"How did you get this stuff?" I asked picking up some pain killers. Instead of an answer he shoved the cup at me. I reluctantly grab a hold of it and hear the sound of ice moving around.
"Don't drink it yet." He said grabbing a pair for scissors and sitting down facing me and my feet. I nod and watch him carefully hook the scissors in my sock. I wince and move my foot away from him. He looks up at me with an impatient expression.
"Close you eyes." He said keeping the scissors where I can't see them. I obliged. Thirty seconds later and I hear his voice.
"Okay they're both off now. I open my eyes and to my surprise both socks lay in a pile to the side of the bucket.
"I didn't feel a thing... "
"Close. Your. Eyes." He demands through gritted teeth. I quickly close them.
"Okay, good. Now, I went to the hospital cafeteria and I grabbed you a soda. But I mixed it with six things so now you gotta guess what is in your cup. Two strikes and you're out, ight?" He asked. I nodded assuming he was looking at me. I began drinking the soda when I felt him nudge it towards me a little. I immediately tasted oranges but I know it wasn't orange juice......clang! I heard something drop then something cold dash across my heel. It was some sort of orange soda......no doubt he'd make me name the brand. I'm going to have to guess this one.
"Orange Fanta?" I asked hoping I got it right.
"Right. Now you got five more baby girl." He said. Clang! Clang! Clang! I took another sip and scrunched up my nose. Whatever this was it was sour.
"Minute Made Lemonade?"
"Not so fast!" He said. Damn it I was wrong!
"Pink Lemonade?" I asked again.
"Yeah. I won't count that one against you though. Okay four more, you got this." He e whispered. I could hear the concentration in his voice. I took a bigger sip and something really stood out. It was my favorite.
"Ha! Manzanita Sol!" I squealed with excitement.
"Yup. Keep going." Clang! Clang! Clang! I took another drag of soda and I noticed a bit of a bitter aftertaste.
"Ew, Pepsi." I felt a lot more swiped of cold over the rest of my foot then I felt him wrap it with something really warm a bunch of times.
"Keep going three more left."
I took another sip but didn't taste anything different.
"Are you sure that isn't all?" I ask.
"Three more." He said simply.
"Okay um Coca Cola?" I asked.
" Wrong, Sprite. Next." He said. Cling! Cling! Cling! I took another sip from the styrofoam cup.
"Pineapple Shasta." I said suddenly craving pineapple.
"Okay open you eyes. I'm done." He commented. I was almost scared to see what has become of my feet. I slowly open my eyes and find both feet wrapped in gauze all the way to my ankles. There is a metal bowl with a bunch of bloody gauze and glass in it. H is sitting right in front of me putting away everything but leaving a few things out. He stuffed those contents in the pockets of his very large jeans.
"Alright, let's dip." He said kicking the bucket to the side and opening the door. I stand and immediately feel pain that shoots up my leg.
"Get on my back." He said looking at my reaction to the pain and kneeling down a bit. It doesn't really help because of our height difference so I knew I couldn't just get on if have to jump. For a second I hesitated because I was scared of how painfully it would be. But I waddled a little closer to his crouching back and jumped as best I could landing a little more to the left than I should've. He grabbed my thighs and twisted me around until I was facing him. I looked up at him with curiosity.
"I changed my mind." He said shrugging his shoulders. He started walking me down the long hallway that we came through before.
"So was I right?" I asked.
"About what?" He asked not really paying attention to me.
"Pineapple Shasta?" I asked.
"Yeah." He tried to stop the conversation there but I persisted.
"What was the sixth item?" I asked making conversation. He looked down at me with just a hint of a smile. Then he lightly squeezed my thighs where his hands held them.
"I'm not gonna tell you." He said I could tell e was holding back his laughter. The corner of his lips were twitching.
"Wow. All that trouble I went through and you're not going to tell me?!!" I exclaim.
"Nah." He simply stated and we exited the hospital. It was still in the frenzy it was when we first came. He carefully placed me in my spot in the passenger seat and when he leaned over I saw a tattoo on the back of his neck that I hadn't noticed before. It was a raven with a crayon in one talon and a necklace with a flower in the other talon. For some reason it feels like it's more than what it seems. Another unanswered question from this mystery man that's leaning over to buckle my seat belt. When he finally heard the click he leaned back up with pink cheeks and closed the door before walking around to the drivers side and sliding in. Well at least I know he can drive. He turned to look at me and for a second I thought I had voiced my thoughts but he opened his mouth as if to speak but then stopped himself and drove off away from the hospital and towards my home.

✈️Harry's POV✈️
"Why did you take me here?" I asked Ámarí when I saw my parents home.
"Well with your friends still in Atlanta, who's going to care for you?" She asked making a good point but I didn't finish talking about how I'm going to set her up with one of the lads. I know Zayn is infatuated with Claudia and Louis is with Alondra. So that leaves Liam and Niall. Poor Irish boy. Maybe if I leave it up to chance ( CHONCE) then she'll pick who he wants to pick or whatever silly girls do these days. I turn to look at the house that I'm really dreading going inside because I know that vile creature of a father is in there.
"We haven't finished our discussion, doll. When the lads come back you're bound to be taken with one of the two available." I say changing the subject and prolonging going inside.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. After that Florez guy, I'm not eager to get back into dating. He wore this ridiculous suit too. Who wears a suit to a small restaurant?"
"Aren't you a little dressed up too?" I asked holding in my laughter. She looked down and stumbled over her words.
"That's different. Girls can dress up." She said picking up her phone and plugging it in the aux cord." Since you're so reluctant to go in that house we might as week chill out here, Rambo." She said catching on how much I didn't want to go inside. Not even thirty seconds later music danced through the car. Something I haven't heard before.
"So it's time to hear about the forbidden love between Delia and Harold...." She said playfully resting her chin on both her hands. I uncomfortably shift in my seat.
"Nothing to tell. But I'm sure she told you some of it......" I say hoping Delia didn't tell her about the horrible thing I did.
"She didn't tell me anything really. Only vague answers. I want details. Besides, 'What's done is done' isn't the answer I wanted out of her."
"Okay you want to know what happened? Fine! I fucked it up. Just like I fuck everything else up in my life. I really wanted her, I really did. But I must have the luck of an odd penny because........ I don't know. I'm not used to girls. Well don't get me wrong, I know my way around a woman's body but not her heart. And for the first time I wanted someone for all the right reasons and then...... I fucked it up."
"What exactly did you do?" She asked with no hint of humor like she had before.
"You're not going to like me after I tell you......." I said too ashamed to look her in the face so I stare out at the street ahead of us.
"I already don't like you. You're rude. And sometimes cocky. But it's too late were already friends." She says giving me a light lunch on my arm. Careful not to hit cast.
"I took her out to the festival.....not really a date but it's sort of was......and-"
"Wait, festival?? There aren't any festivals here.." She said with confusion on her face. Crap! I forgot this isn't England.
"The carnival......" I said and she gave me this look that says 'what the hell'
"But anyways...", I continue." We were waiting in line for the go carts and there's this blonde. And she was really pretty. Well okay let me rephrase that....... She was what my normal cup of tea is. And she well.....I went off with her and left Delia in line. I tried to hurry and when I came back she was gone and it was late and I couldn't find her. When I did, she was with this low life named Justin. I swear he's such a unicorn it makes my insides turn over. And she leaves with him. After some not so nice words to me. Not that I didn't deserve it. I knew she liked me. I liked her. More than she or anyone knew but I got sucked back into my old self. And I go straight from the carnival to a party and I drink everything I could get my hands on. Just to forget the disappointment I seen on her face. I felt so bad. I stumbled in my pad the next day still a little drunk and I tell her friend that I never liked her, that I just wanted her in my bed. I basically confirmed what everyone thought of me. She slapped the day lights out of me. Ever since then all her friends look at me like I'm the reason Every cute furry animal has died in the last four hundred years or something. Which is fine. At least now I can protect her from who I can be. From who I am." I say ending the story. I glance over at her and she was staring at me with shock written all over her face.
"I'll leave then." I say opening the door and prepared to step out when she stopped me.
" Harry, right now you need acceptance more than anything. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't accept your stupid ass! Now I'm not happy with what you did but I have to say. You're not a bad person Harry. And everything you just said right now proves it." She said. I turned to look at her and seen that she was smiling at me.
"It doesn't change anything though." I say and her smile turns into a frown.
"Why not?"
"Because she hates me." I say.
"Harold are you fucking kidding me! That girl does not hate you!" She yells slapping my arm.
"Well she has a boyfriend....." I say and grind my teeth at the thought of H. To my surprise Ámarí is bursting out laughing.
"Harry! Seriously dude??? They are not together and I know that for a fact. The window is right in front of you. Are you going to wait for her to open it or are you gonna break the glass?" She asked starting the car up.
"Where are we going?" I ask as she drives down the street.
"I'm dropping you off at home. Since you clearly don't want to see you parents." She said. She has no idea. With everything that's been going on. I know if I go in there it'll be worse for my mum. Dad gets more violent when I'm around.