The Lucky One

Chapter Sixteen

It was hard for me to open my eyes, but was even more difficult when trying to focus on my surroundings. There were so many blurred colors, but after a few blinks, I could start making out the figures of, what seemed to be, people.

"Eryn!" I heard them say in unison.

"Harry?" I grabbed a hand. It was a man's hand. Before anyone could answer, I could see everything clearly. It didn't turn out to be Harry, but someone else.

"No," he looked down in disappointment, "it's Austin."

Realizing the memories that flowed back into my head wasn't a dream, a weight landed on my head, and I could feel the severe headache quickly forming. I groaned at the pain, pressing my palm against my temple, hoping it would have instantly gone away. Sadly, it didn't.

I sat up against the bed frame with a help from Austin and Niall, lifting me up by the elbow and back.

"What happened..?" I asked. Nobody answered. Eleanor just handed me a cup of water and a pill. "Take this," she whispered, her words shaking and her lips trembling. She look terribly traumatized. Some of the boys left the room, relieved I was okay. The only ones who stayed were Niall, Jade, Austin, and Eleanor.

"Please just rest," Eleanor said, stroking my tangled strands of hair. She had my other hand clutched in hers. I figured she had been holding it for a while for I felt the humid sensation in the space between our hands.

I caught a glimpse of the time. It was barely past one. I suddenly remembered what happened right before I passed out. My sigh on the verge of coming out as a roar, I slammed my face into the palm of my hand. My other hand was still clasped with El's. "My god," I grumbled.

I heard ruffling coming from outside the door, many movements going on.

"Let me see her just this ONCE!" a voice filled the house. Not only a voice. His voice. Harry's.

My eyes began to water as I listened to him struggling to get in the room. I supposed Zayn, Liam and Louis were preventing him from getting in here.  Trying to resist my tears from falling, I looked up and blinked a couple of times, but the tears continuously streamed down my face. I looked down, hiding my sad face. Niall rubbed my back, giving me a bit of comfort and Eleanor was clutching my hand even tighter than before.

"Eryn!" he shouted.

More tears fell from my eyes. I tried not to make my cry audible.

"Eryn, please! It wasn't on purpose! I- I love you, Eryn!" His voice was muffled from the door that separated us.

That was when it was easy for me to at least stop my whimpering cries. "It wasn't on purpose?" I thought of the many possible reasons he could have done it intentionally. Because he doesn't love me? Does he love her as well as he loves me? Or did he just want her body? For sex? He shouldn't have yelled at me that way. I didn't deserve that.

Thinking about all if this. Thinking. I ask myself what to do now. The memories quickly flow through my head.

He knocked the door open, panting as he stood in a heroic-like position. But his face was filled with anger and worry. His eyes were bloodshot red and his hair was ruffled, sticking up in different places. He looked like he had just come out of war.

"Eryn," he whispered. It sounded like he was choking back his tears. "You have to believe me," he said as he reached for my hand. I quickly reacted to his movement, but there was no need, because Austin blocked him off with his arm. Harry deeply glared into his eyes.

"Get out," I said to Harry. Austin held him by his arms and shoved him, leading him out, but Harry broke away from his grip.

"I just don't understand why you can't just listen to me!" he was literally shouting. I didn't say anything.