In Love With My Bully - Harry Styles (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 22 - Unfamiliar Faces (e)

Chapter 22

Unfamiliar Faces

Maria's POV

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'Maria? Maria? I think she's coming around!' I heard a male voice say.

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I was starting to get irritated by the beeping noise, but I was concentrating on trying to open my eyes.

'Oh Thank God!' I heard another, female voice say. What happened?

I tried to remember what happened and where I was. But I couldn't remember. I felt someone grasp my hand and clutch it tightly.

'I'll go get a doctor.' The female voice said again. I could hear sniffling.

'I'm so sorry Maria. Just don't leave me again okay?' He said and less than a second later, I felt a pair of lips on my cheek and a small tear splashed onto my cheek. His tone of voice made me want to jump up and hug this man.

'What's going on?' A completely different voice said. The different voice was more deeper.

'Her eyelids were fluttering and hand sort of moved a couple of minutes ago.' The female voice said.

'Okay. Hang on.' The second male voice replied to her. I could hear footsteps come closer. I could feel his presence now. 'Maria. If you can hear me, I want you to calm down. Take a deep breath. Keep calm, okay? Now see if you can squeeze your fathers hand.' He said.

I had figured that the female voice belonged to my mother, whereas the first male voice was my fathers. I tried to squeeze my left arm. It took all my might to do it, but I did it. My father gasped and cried out in delight.

'She did it! She did it!' He said.

'Great. Now keep your breathing steady and try to open your eyelids.' The unknown man said. After a couple of minutes, my eyelids fluttered open and my vision was restored. I blinked furiously, trying to adjust to the bright light. I saw my father on my left and my mother on the right. They both looked like they hadn't slept in two days.

My mum, who usually never left the house without a tight bun and an appropriate amount of makeup which consisted of some eyeliner; mascara and red lipstick, was here in her jeans, a blue cardigan, a messy bun and bare eyes and pale lips.

My dad was always in a suit and dressed to the nines, but today he was looking at me with sorrowful eyes which had dark circles around them; his clothes were kept simple with a plain grey t-shirt paired with blue jeans; his hair was messy and it looked like he had just ran his fingers through it to try and tame it.

I looked at them gobsmacked, I had always thought that my parents never cared for me and that they wouldn't even give a second glance if something happened to me. Wait. What did happen to me?

'What happened?' I croaked out. My throat was extremely sore and it felt like I hadn't had a drink in three years. A bottle was handed to me by the doctor. I unscrewed the cap and put the clear liquid down my throat. I had finished about half the bottle when I stopped and took the bottle away from my lips.