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< After He Left The House >
-Harry's POV-
I couldn't tell Olivia that I was going to go get drunk.
It's been like what four weeks since I've drank. I started feeling sick. I know I need to get some kind of alcohol related drink.
I drove to the pub, and decided on drinking vodka with cola. I started to feel that rush of warmth go through my body, that I've missed so much.
On my fourth drink, a girl around sixteen.. I don't even know how she got in here. There's a sign on the door saying '21 & Older Only'.
"Hey," The young girl states.
"Hiiiiii!" I say laughing.
"You wanna buy me a drink?" She says rubbing my arm.
"Sure!" I smile, and tell the bartender.
"How old are you?" I ask.
"Seventeen. You?" She replies.
"Twenty-Three," I say smiling.
"You don't look that old," The young girl replies.
"I'm forever younggg!" I laugh.
"Haha, yeah." She giggles.
"Claire, what are you doing here?!" Some guy says.
"I-I'm.. I don't know," Claire says.
"Who the fuck are you?" The man says to me.
"Does it matter?" I laugh.
"Come on mother-fucker, you think it's okay to hit on my niece, she's seventeen!" He says, pulling me up out of my chair.
"I wasn't hitting on her," I say.
"Oh, I'm sure. You just gave alcohol to a minor, fucking idiot." He spats at me.
Next thing I know he's dragging me out of the pub, and to the side of the building.
He starts hitting me repeatedly. Then I see a few more guys coming.
"Hey, Brandon. What's going on?" One of the guys that were coming asks.
"This piece of shit was buying Claire a drink." He says angrily.
All of the mens nostrils flair, and their jaws clench.
Then they all take turns hitting me everywhere. One punch really hurts my head, and then I see black.
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-Olivia's POV-
< Present Time >
"Miss Monroe, I have some good news and bad news, which first?" The doctor asks.
"Bad news." I reply solmly.
"Well, Harry was so severly beaten, that three of his ribs were broken. He also has a broken nose, and arm. Countless brusies, and cuts." He says sympitheticly.
I feel the tears rolling down my face and I ask, "The good news?"
"Harry has only a minor concussion. No memory loss or anything. Consider it a miracle, he was so heavily intoxicated, we're surprised his body survived that." He says smiling.
"Intoxicated?" I furrow my eyebrows. "He had alcohol in his system?"
"Yes, and quite a lot." The doctor says.
"Oh." I sigh.
"Yes, so I need to get to another pacient. I'm Dr Timmings, ask for me if you have anymore questions, okay?" He says squeezing my shoulder for reassurance.
"Okay, thank you." I smile.
"No problem, you may go in and see him now, he's awake." He says smiling big.
"O-Okay." I say.
He smiles one more time and walks away. I put my hand on the door knob, and turn it. Bracing myself for what I'm about to see.
Once I open the door I see Harry on the bed looking very very beaten up, but he was still smiling. The doctor wasn't exagerating, He has bruises all over him, and his lip is busted, his nose is all red, he has a black eye. I let out a sob and his smile fades, and there's one if worry.
"Baby don't cry," He says, his voice raspier than usual.
"It's just hard to see you in a hospital bed," I choke out through my sobs.
I walk over to him, and he grabs my hand in his larger hand.
"I don't want to see you crying because of me, I'm okay." Harry faintly smiles.
"Yeah, but-"
"No buts Olivia." He says sternly.
"Okay, okay. You do know your condition though right?" I ask him.
"Yes I do. It will heal soon," He says non-chalantly.
Heal?! He's sitting in a hospital bed!
"I'm so happy your okay," I say.
"You don't look happy with all of the crying, Love." He says.
"I'm smiling on the inside," I laugh.
"Now on the outside also." He smiles back.
"Promise me you'll never scare me like that again,"
"I promise baby." He says squeezing me hand.
Just then, the door opens and the doctor walks in.
"Hello Mr Styles, I'm Dr Timmings." The doctor introduces himself.
"Uh-huh." Harry mumbles.
Oh yeah, I forgot he starts acting like a dick around other people.
I scowl at him, and he just rolls his eyes.
"Mr Styles, is there anyone else you would like here?" Dr Timmings asks.
"No." Harry coldly replies.
Why can't he be nice? The doctor is here to help him - heal him.
"Okay, well you'll be here for a few weeks. With the intensity of your injuries, maybe a month." The doctor tells us.
Harry nods.
"Miss Monroe, who are you to Mr Styles?" The nurse standing next to the doctor asks.
Maybe I should lie? I mean, I know if I say I'm his girlfriend, then they'll be all like 'Only family members, or if your married'. It's happened before.
"I'm h-his wife." I say, and Harry looks at me like 'what the fuck'.
"Okay... but it says here your last name is Monroe?" She says confused.
"We're newly-weds." I smile.
"Okay, we'll change that then." She returns the smile.
"We'll be back shortly with more pain medication." The nurse smiles, as does Dr Timmings.
Once they leave, Harry says, "What the bloody hell Olivia?!"
"Well... I knew they would make me leave if we weren't married or I was a family member." I inform him.
"And where's your ring Mrs Styles?" Harry smirks, and I blush.
"My husband was too cheap to get me one," I laugh.
"Hey!" He says poking my side.
"This is so weird," I giggle.
"I know, they seriously believe we're married. We've only been together for four months." He says smiling.
"Oh my fucking gosh. It's the first!" I exclaim to Harry.
"I know baby, happy four months." He smiles.
"Aww," I lean in and peck his lips.
He hisses, and I pull back immediately.
I bite my lip, "Sorry Babe."
"It's okay, it just hurts."
I grab his hand, and rub circles on it like he does for me sometimes.
He looks at our hands and smiles.
When I found out Harry was hurt so badly, and I didn't know his situation, or if he was okay, I felt like I didn't know what I would do without him. In that moment, I realized that I needed him.. Forever.
"Harry.." I say squeezing his hand, and he looks up at me.
"Yes, Love?" He smiles.
"I-I love you."
