The New Girl

Chapter 40 - Misery

Aurora Jones.

The way to Harry's house was torturing, especially since he wouldn't answer any of our calls. Things were looking worst as the seconds ticked by, but I still refused to accept Harry was in that crash. He would always be cautious when driving, so that wasn't him. I know it's not him, I'm sure of it!

There are plenty of people with expensive cars, there's bound to be one that looks exactly like his... right?!

"It's probably not him, everyone stay calm. Alright?" Liam soothed.

Since we left the restaurant, Liam has been the one to keep everyone calm. They're all just as worried as I was, so no one but Liam was fit to drive. Liam was worried as well, but he was able to keep his cool, everyone else was still in shock or saying they didn't believe it.

If you'd look into the vehicle we were in, you'd see teenagers with tears in their eyes or disbelief written all over our faces. None of us wanted to accept or even consider that Harry could possibly be... dead.

The moment we made it to Harry's house, I noticed his car wasn't parked up front. The sight of his missing car made my heart drop, my mind thought the worst. I didn't want to believe it, but all the signs were pointing to yes. The more I took this into consideration, the more my chest hurt.

We all jumped out of the vehicle and ran towards his door. Niall rang the doorbell over and over again, while I banged my fist on the door. Neither of us cared if we were making way too much noise or the possibility of Harry not answering the door. I just wanted someone to confirm his death or Harry to show us he was alright. The longer I went without knowing about his condition, the more it hurt and I'm positive it was the same for everyone else around me.

"What the hell is going on?!" Harry's familiar voice shouted, as the door opened.

Harry's hair was a bit messed up and his voice was pretty groggy, letting us know we had woken him up. He was wearing a pair of joggers with his torso bare, allowing us to see all the tattoos he had on his skin. He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes tiredly. This is the cutest I've seen him and it's even better knowing he's alive.

The sight of Harry made my whole body relax and move on its own. My legs jumped up and wrapped themselves around Harry's waist, along with my arms around his neck. The familiar scent of his cologne, allowing me to melt into his arms. He's alive. He's alive and he's okay, I feel so relieved and overjoyed. I don't know how I would've reacted if he wasn't the one standing here right now, I probably would've lost it and broken down right where I stood.

"Erm... Hello to you too?" He muttered awkwardly, before wrapping his arms around me.

He was most likely confused as to why I came over, with everyone, and am hugging him like this. It was completely understandable, especially after what happened last night.

I know I'm suppose to be mad at him and avoiding him, but the thought of losing him was something I've never had to go through before. I wouldn't want to stop talking to him and suddenly have him ripped away from me, I never want to experience that again! No matter how angry he made me, last night, I'm willing to forget it and keep him around for as long as possible.

"I'm so glad you're safe." I whispered, before pecking his neck.

"Alright, love birds. Chill out, you have company." Niall's voice rang through my ears.

I quickly released Harry and stood back on the floor, "Not that I don't love being rudely awoken and getting pounced on by you, or anything, but... what are you guys doing here?" He asked, rubbing his eye again.