Haylee's p.o.v
Right when Harry left the room I've been having this bad feeling;worry. Him and Louis have been gone for about 45 minutes and during the time everyone was saying 'it's fine he's okay' but,I'm smarter than that something is up. Tired of waiting for both of them I let my body drift to sleep.
Harry's p.o.v
As I re-enter the hospital room I see Haylee is sound asleep. Everyone bombs me with questions I can't even keep up. "Woah woah woah!! First let's all quiet down she's asleep. And one at a time" I say with a frustrated sigh. Half of them say she was worried sick and the other half were calling me stupid for leaving all of a sudden with no good explanation.
I couldn't help but feel a bit happy inside because she actually cares for me. Let Haylee to worry for the littlest things. But,it actually makes me happy. After about half an hour everyone decide to leave. Louis, of course being the last one says "take care of her H" while sending me a friendly smile. "I will Lou thanks.bye" I say while sending him a smile as well.
I shut the door right after he leaves. I find myself getting tired as well. I manage to squeeze myself next to Karla. Before I knew it I find my self drifting into a dream less sleep.
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I feel someone drift a bit beside me and then before I knew it and my face comes in contact with the floor face first being pushed by someone obviously. "Oi! That wasn't nice" I say getting up and staring at Haylee. With a fake pout. "Yeah well neither was leaving me" she says while glaring at me.
"Sorry" I mumbled looking at the floor. "Sorry doesn't cut it Harold" she says back while slapping my arm. "Feisty this morning are we?" I say with a smirk. "Shut up Harry and give me an explanation" she demanded.
Haylee's p.o.v
"Shut up Harry and give me an explanation" I demanded. And this tall curly,frog legged boy better come up with a good damn explanation. "Well you see- I was you know- having a rough flash back when we were younger and it heir thinking about it" he explains his yes showing a bit of pain.
"Like what?" I asked him. "Let's just say we had a big argument and we didn't talk for a long period of time" he explains once again.
"Oh. Well come on frog legged boy lets sleep I'm still tired" I say trying to lit up the mood.
"Hey I don't have frog legs" he insisted. "Course you don't you have froggy legs" I tease him. He glares at me but I see a hint of humor in his eyes. "C'mon curly" I say while patting the spot beside me and he obliged and lyes down by me.
*dream*
I was at school and a tall figure was coming towards me. He looks awfully familiar. He pinned me to the lockers and started beating me non-stop. "This is what you get slut! I hate you! No one likes you! Go die!" He yelled at me. He pushes me and he kicked me in the gut. I lay there helpless.
