Him (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

I walk out of the hospital, this souldn't take too long anyways. I'll make it back before they even know I'm gone.

It dodn't really take more than 10 minutes to find that asshole, and I didn't even hesitate to do the first move. I swung around and roundhouse kicked him in the gut. He sputtered out a curse laced with blood and crumpled to the ground screaming in agony with a freaky chuckle.

"Fuck you. Fuck everything you love. Fuck anything that you want. You are so dead." I tell him and he straight up laughs at me but stops soon as he is still in pain. Vampires don't have any special healing powers, even tough books and movies say they do. And we feel pain just like everyone else on this planet.

He gets up hesitantly and looks at me for a few seconds before punching me in the face, and I fall back with the force of the hit.

"Oh now you're definitely dead." I mumble and laugh grabbing a wooden chair -cause it happened to be the first thing I could reach. We're pretty easy to kill, vampires I mean. Well it's a little harder if a human tries to kill a vampire, but vampire vs. vampire could get nasty, and both have equal chances of winning.

"No, you are pretty boy." He says and grabs the chair from me pushing me to the ground with it, "Who's dying now, huh?" He says with a devilish smirk as I struggle to keep the chair off of my neck, where it happened to be pushing on.

"Just don't let your guard down Max" I say with a smirk as I gather all my strength to push him off of me, and hit the chair to the wall, leaving me with a knife type wood piece in my hand. I stab it straight through his gut and he screams in agony.

"Just so you know.. I-I really enjoyed almost killing your girlfriend." He laughs.

"Wrong card." I say as I deepen the wooden object in to is stomach.

He falls to the ground barely breathing, and I kick him in the head for on least time and he closes his eyes shut, and I walk away pulling the body behind me.

He shouldn't mess with me. Especially my girlfriend. So basically if you don't want to die don't hurt her.

When I get rid of the body and all evidence anything happened, I get back to the hospital, and I realize I have blood pretty much all over me. Some of it is Rose's and some of it Maxe's. But it's a hospital people wont suspect anything.

I sit on a really hard chair as I watch people go past me. There's so much people here. I can barley hear my own thoughts. Some nurse's are rushing past me, and some are talking to patients. There are also people who are sick or dying who have scared looks on their faces.

I see a patient being wheeled on a gurney down the hallway, but then I notice it's actually a dead body with the sheet pulled over the head. Oh.

I hope that's not Rose. It couldn't be... Could it? No, why am I so delusional.

I don't really get how hospitals can smell so clean and yet that smell is so disgusting at the same time. What the fuck? My girlfriend is at the edge of life and I'm thinking about how disgusting yet clean the hospital smells. I am so weird.

After about ten minutes of thinking about random stuff and trying to find out people's storied of why they're here without talking to them, the same nurse who told me to wait here comes to me.

"You might want to go home for the night, she's on a pill that keeps her asleep for the night, so she'll heal faster. She'll probably wake up sometime tomorrow." The nurse says.

"Cant I stay here? In her room I mean? I can just stay up all night in case she wakes up." I tell her, and she looks at my shirt for a while.

"Well, you could at least go home and change your clothes, then go to her room. She's in the room number... 48." She says looking at a sheet of paper.

"Okay fine, thanks." I tell her and leave the hospital to go home and change.

As I get home I walk straight in to y room earning a shocked look from Liam, who soon shows up on my door.

"What the hell happened  to you?" He asks looking at me with wide eyes.

"Long story short, fucking Max came around and almost killed Rose, then I killed him. She's in the hospital, staying there for the night. And the nurse's said she'll be fine, thank god." I say as I take off my shirt and put on a new one.

"Oh wow, okay, well I hope she'll gt better soon. But I'm going back to finish my blood, bye." Liam says with a sympathetic smile and walks away.

I change the rest of my clothing and walk straght out the door.

When I finally entered the hospital through a big hall I found that there were a large number of rooms on the left and the right.

In the corridors of the hospital there was a great bustle and activity. Doctors and nurses in their white uniforms were moving past me with a rush.

At a short distance, there was an operation theatre, fitted with most modern appliances. Outside the operation theatre, there was a set of stretchers and wheeled chairs. Walking through the halls I learned that this was the Casualty Ward where those who are victims of accidents are treated. I'm in the right place then, I guess.

After looking around for a while, I find Rose's room, and walk inside. Thank god this is a single room, so there's no weird creeps stalking us.

I wak over to the bed and look at her pale face for  while, she's in pretty bad shape. I guess she'll have a killer headache when she wakes up.

About 30 minutes after just sitting there and staring ate her, listening to her heartbeat I take her and to mine and plan ta soft, gentle kiss on her hand.

"I love you Rose, I really do. Please wake up, I want to see your eyes again. I want to see how your lips move when you talk." I say to her, desperately waiting for a reaction, but nothing happens. That's what I thought.

I pull back on my chair resting my hands on my knees as I cover my face in my hands frustrated and sad. I'm just so miserable seeing her like this, I just want to hear her soft, gentle voice.

The night goes by and I just sit there ans stare at her, waiting for any sign she'd wake up.

As soon as I stand up I hear someone open the door and glance at the clock. 10am.

"Oh I didn't actually think you'd be here still." The same nurse says and I shrug.

"I'm just checking on her, don't worry." She adds and I nod sitting down again.

I don't think she will really wake up today. I don't know it seems too good to be true. The nurse was probably just saying that to get me to leave, I was quite intimidating if I say so myself. Hell, I had blood all over my shirt.

The nurse leaves the room and I walk over to the window. We'e supposed to go back to school in a few days, why is Christmas break so short? Anyway's, I've gone to school so many times I'm sick of it.

I look out the window for a few moments and listen to the cars, and all of a sudden I hear a soft familiar voice behind me and I immediately turn around.

"Harry?"