White Board Lyrics (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

(Harry's POV)

The news of the car crash spread like wild fire across the Internet. My phone was blowing up from twitter posts. People were posting pictures. Some even had pictures of me being wheeled into the ambulance. It was hard to even remember what happened exactly. I hit my head so hard that, really, everything was foggy.

I knew my mum had seen the photos and was still worried about me.  I felt bad that I was keeping her away from important information, but she had been worrying about me ever since the X Factor. I didn’t want to throw this at her as well.

As I paced around my room on my crutches, keeping my injured leg from any pressure. I wobbled over to the window of my room and peaked outside.  Management tried to keep my hospital location hidden, but somehow it leaked and I feared leaving the building due to the crowed that had amassed outside. Through the sliver of curtain I had pulled back, I saw the crowd. I adjusted the weight of my tall body on the crutches I was using. Outside, the group of screaming fans got bigger and bigger.

Some were holding signs with hearts on them. Other signs saying ‘get well.’ I smiled at the crowd, silently thanking them for their prayers and well wishes. It was really what was getting me through this harsh beginning of my recovery. Well, the Directioners and the guys. They played a big part in this whole thing and were with me every step of the way.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around, closing the curtain over the window completely. Paul and Preston were standing behind me with stern looks on their faces. I still couldn’t hear a word anyone was saying, but since Preston was the one with the wheelchair I assumed it was time to go. I got to the wheelchair and, in a very unbalanced manner, sat down and groaned as the aches in my body all decided to hit at once.  Paul frowned but handed me a hat. My hair had to have been a curly mess along with the bandages that covered my ears.

Louis had written down everything I needed to know that previous night. What medicines I was supposed to take and how long my injuries would take to heal. Three to four months…. It wasn’t bad. I was glad that I wasn’t permanently damaged, but I knew management would not be pleased in the slightest at this “set back.”

Preston laid a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I looked up at him and smiled as best I could. The car crash hadn’t injured him too much. His arm was in a sling and there were a few cuts on his face, most likely from the smashed windows. He squeezed my shoulder again before helping me fit my hat over my ears and then setting a pair of sunglasses on my face as well.

My heart pounded as Preston and Paul led me out of my room and down the hall towards the hospital exit. I knew this was going to be a big deal by the way both of the big guys looked. Paul stood in front, making sure no one would make his or her way to me, and Preston wheeled me from behind. We got to the large, automatic doors and I gulped down the thickness in my throat.

“S-stop.” I said softly, still not used to being unable to hear my own voice. I looked up at Preston. He had my crutches underneath his arm. I reached for them and he raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded at him and he realized what I was getting at. He handed me one of the crutches and then the other. I balanced myself as best I could and I got up from the wheelchair. Paul stood on one side of me, Preston on the other. We then made the way out of the hospital.

It was strange.

Seeing all the fans…

Yet, the world was silent.

I understood what paranoia was when I got into that car. I felt the reverberations of the engine and they coincided with my trembling body. Although I didn’t see the car coming when we were in the crash. I still saw the looks on Liam and Louis’ faces. Their terror as the drunk driver was coming at our car. The fear they felt seeped into my skin and now my whole being was irritated. I curled in on myself once inside the car. Paul was the one driving and Preston claimed the passenger seat, which left the entire back part of our large black car to myself.