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Evelyn~

A gasp escapes my lips as I try to run back into the elevator, but it closes before I can. Oh god, no. Maybe after I've brought Erin to get some food, I can ask the front desk what room he's in.

"We can see what room he's in after." Erin soothes me.

The last thing I needed was for my parents and 'boyfriend' to be in the hospital at the same time. So many negative thoughts are passing my mind. Of course I'm going to worry about him.

And to think, I said I hated him. What if the last ting we ever did was fight? I begin to walk faster to the cafeteria. The quicker we get there, the quicker Erin can eat and the quicker I can go check on Harry.

When I saw him on that bed, his eyes shut and his eyelashes fanned on his cheeks, I've come to realise that this man, has become my everything. I hate being like this.

I literally just said I hated him today and now look at me. I'm in a hospital panicking more over Harry than my actual parents. Though, I know my parents are okay, but what about Harry.

I take a seat at a table as Erin goes and gets her food. I feel like I need to throw up, I'm so anxious and nervous. My day has flipped in ways I didn't even know were possible.

"He's going to be okay." Erin says as she approaches me with a tray.

My eyebrows furrow, "how do you know." I snap, and I didn't mean to.

"I don't. I'm just trying to comfort you." She shrugs. "You're pale and you look so worried. Go, I'll be fine on my own." She says, pulling out her phone.

Ah, young teens. I abruptly get up from the chair. It's only been what? Fifteen minutes since the run in at the elevator. I'm sure they'll get all of his information. I speed walk to the reception.

"What room is Harry Styles staying in?" I asked nervously.

"Family only." The lady says to me.

"I'm his girlfriend." I lied.

Hell, I don't even know if that is a lie.

"Sorry, another girl checked in for room under that." She gives me an apologetic, side smile.

My heart stops completely for the second time today. Is it Auburn? How could she have gotten contacted quicker than me?

"There's no way I can get in? I'm close to him. I even have his number-" I start, but she cuts me off.

"Only one person is allowed in there." She sighs.

"Do you know when I could go see him?"

"I guess we can make an exception since I can tell he means a lot to you."

You literally have no idea.

I bit my top lip as she give me the room information. I practically sprint up the stairs, not bothering to take the elevator.

Harry's room door is shut and I don't want to go in. I know I'll see her. Auburn. And I don't want to. And she's sitting in a chair, next to his bed, holding his hand in hers.

Needles and wire are all hooked up onto his body. I know he's awake and relief washes over me as I hear his weak voice.

"Who's that?" He asks

Bitch (aka Auburn) turns her head to look at me.

"Your neighbour." She says, giving me a confused look as to why I'm here.

"You can't be in here." Harry says to me and my heart drops.

"Can I talk to get alone." Harry asks Auburn.

She nods her head and he squeezes her hand before she gets up to leave the room. I sit down on the chair, giving him a small smile.

"Why weren't you the one I woke up to?" His eyebrows furrowing.

"I tried getting your information from the front desk. I saw you being rolled in the elevator! And I tried telling the lady that I was close to you, but she claimed that someone else came in as your 'girlfriend'." I say, tears rolling down my cheeks.

His facial features soften as his hand goes to reach over to mine. I quickly snatch my hand away.

"I'm sorry, I just.. I don't know, I can't do this if you're with her." I say, referring to Auburn.

"I understand." He murmurs.

Well. That wasn't the answer I was expecting. He just hit me with that and now I don't know what to do anymore. Do I leave?

I stand from the chair, and flatten my skirt down, "bye Harry. I love you." I say quietly, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

"Evelyn." I hear his stupid voice. I ignore him and keep walking.

We keep pushing each other away; it's not meant to be anymore.

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