Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 15

I hope I am not boring you guys with these double updates but my acceptance letters just arrived so I have a lot of free time. Last chapter was a bit boring so double update again. I have like 5 more chapters already written, so if requests come, I may double update tomorrow too. Enjoy.

"Hello?" I pick up the phone as I start to walk to my apartment to sleep hopefully.

"Harry?" I ask when no answer comes. Is he butt dialing me?

"I don't feel so well." He slurs. His voice is raspy and I can tell he has a hard time speaking.

"Where are you?" I ask him. I don't get why he is calling me.

"Home. The boys just dropped me off. I can't seem to walk-" he says and I hear a crash in the background. It sounds like glass.

"Harry. Harry!" I say as I start to run towards SoHo rather than Little Italy.

I need to sleep really bad so I run slow but I run anyway. He fell and I don't know he if he is okay.

My heart is racing and my stomach turns as if I know something bad happened to him.

"Harry? Can you hear me?" I ask as I pick up speed. Maybe I should dial 911.

The idea of him getting hurt makes my heart beat out of my chest and I can feel the adrenaline inside of me, making me run like a tiger even though I am exhausted.

I close the phone. Thats no use. Instead, I dial the receptionist in his building. His name is Thomas and he knows me.

"Thomas, I am Alexandra, Harry's friend. I need you to go up to Mr. Styles' penthouse and open the door. I am on my way. Its an emergency!" I cry as I make a right turn into SoHo and see Harry's building.

"Okay Ms. Hill." He says and hangs up. I continue to run. He can't be hurt. He can't be seriously injured! He just can't!

I run into his building and get in the elevator. I start to fidget. He is too drunk to even walk and he fell and something broke.

I hit the mirror in the elevator. I am in sheer terror. What if something happened to Harry? The idea of him hurt drives me crazy when it shouldn't. I can be panicked but I am scared... Scared that he is in pain.

Thinking of that makes me want to scream. The doors finally open and I find Thomas by the apartment door with a key.

"Thank you Thomas." I say as he opens the door and I run inside.

"Harry?!" I start to yell as I search for him. He is not in the living room nor the kitchen. I go to the bed room, no Harry.

I get in the bathroom, still no Harry. Where the hell is he?!

I check the guest rooms, no Harry.

I get out on the balcony and he is on the floor.

"Harry!" I shriek as I sit down next to him on the floor and pull his face up onto my lap. He is laying on his stomach so I try to flip him. Damn, he is heavy.

When I do lift him, his forehead is bleeding.

"Harry, wake up please." I say as I hit his cheeks. It has been maybe two minutes since I hung up the phone and 80 seconds after blacking out, it gets dangerous. He is not waking up.

I run into the kitchen and turn the faucet onto the lowest temperature and fill a bowl with water. I run back to the balcony and splash it onto his face.