Midnight

Chapter 18:

Izzy's POV:

I didn't see Harry all Tuesday, he must have slept all day. It wouldn't be shocking, he was really drunk.

It's now Wednesday and my alarm goes off, telling me to get my lazy ass up and go to class. Today is the day I have History with Niall and Harry so I wasn't exactly loathing it like all my other classes.

I really wanna talk to Harry about what happened the other night but at the same time I don't. I think I might owe him an explanation though.

I get out if bed but end up falling back. My whole body is tired and I feel like my bones are shaking. Dammit not today. I check my heart rate and it seems fairly normal. I must just be anxious.

I ignore it and get ready for the day. When I take of my shirt I notice the bruises on my back from the night before. Luckily my ankle is feeling better.

I begin my walk to class and it goes a little slower then usual. I feel like my body's gonna give up any minute. I end up having to break and catch my breath multiple times. I could see my breath it is so cold so maybe that was just intensifying my

I walk into class a couple minutes late. Everyone looks at me and I just stare at the floor as I take my seat between Harry and Niall.

"Is that a guys shirt?" Niall whispers to me. I look down and notice that the shirt I thought was my black 'I heart NY' shirt was actually Harrys shirt.

"Could be. I grabbed it from Kelly's closet and Lord knows she has plenty of guys shirts." I lie. I look over at Harry who is staring at me. He must have read my note. I give him a weak smile before turning my attention to the lecture.

I hope Harry is feeling better. I wanted to call him all yesterday or go over there and it took all of my willpower not to.

I begin to take deep breaths and try my hardest to focus on the lecture. I lean against the back of my chair and wince. Mistake. I had almost forgotten about my back.

After a while I began to feel lightheaded. I time my pulse and to my shock it is 160 beats per minute. The average is 80. A normal person would have the heart rate of 160 if they ran on a treadmill for 2 hours.

I lay my head down on the desk and once again focus on my breathing.

Mrs. Buffa soon comes over to me and taps my desk.

I look up at her and say, "Heart." My voice came out weaker then I would have preferred.

"If you need to leave just get up and go. I will understand." She whispers to me before returning to the lecture.

I sit up and rub my face with my hands.

"Izzy. Are you alright?" Niall places his hand on my back. My whole body tenses and I suck in a sharp breath. Niall quickly removes his hand.

"I uh fell of my bed last night and hit my back so it's a little soar." I lie, again. I can feel Harrys eyes burning through the back of my skull.

"Oh I'm sorry." Niall places his hand back in front of him. I give him a smile before looking over at Harry. He is looking down at his hands. He looks pissed. But not his usual pissed more like a self hatred kind of pissed. He looks up at me and the pissed melts away and is replaced by concern. He places his hand on my thigh. My heart feels like it's gonna beat out if my chest. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. When I open them again I see little black dots which quickly fade. I've gotta get the fuck out of here before I pass out.

I abruptly stand up, making Harrys hand fall from my thigh, and walk out of the room. I don't care about my stuff I can come back and get it later. Once outside the classroom I walk to the nurses building, keeping one hand on the wall for support.

I get there, tell the nurses what is happening and ask if I could just lay for a while. She checks my blood pressure and heart rate before letting me lay down on one of the beds. I am soon fast sleep.

I am woken by the nurses constant chatter. I open my eyes and rub my them.

"Oh you are awake! How do you feel?" One of them comes up to me.

"Better," I lie. I feel just like before. "I think I just need to go home and sleep some more."

"I don't think you are in any condition to drive or walk home. Could someone come and get you?"

"I can take her home." Harry suddenly enters the room. The nurse looks at me for confirmation.

"That would be nice. Thank you," I sit up and wait for my vision to come back from the sudden movement. When it does the nurse and Harry are both staring at me. Harry looks like he is ready to burst into action at any moment. I give the nurse a reassuring smile before walking over to Harry. I notice he has my backpack over his shoulder, which is quiet amusing cause it's pink and zebra print. My legs are a bit shaky as I walk and I have a hard time balancing. "You look ridiculous with that bag." I hold out my hand for him to give it to me.

"I've got it. And I think I look fabulous excuse you." He smiles so his dimples show. God I missed that smile. I can tell in his eyes he is concerned and full of questions though.

"Can you take me home now?" I notice that we are just standing here.

"Ya of course." He leads my out onto the street. We walk in silence for a couple seconds before I have to break.

"Wait a sec." I stop and lean on the wall, catching my breath.

"Belle are you ok?" He stands in front of me.

"Just give me a sec," I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. My brain was moving extra slow at the moment and behind my eyes is throbbing. "Ok. Let's keep going." I open my eyes.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Harry asks.

"Later ok?" I plea. I don't have the brainpower to explain jack shit right now.

"Alright."

I stand up straight from the wall and my legs shake. My hand automatically shoots out and grabs the wall to prevent me from falling over.

Harry snakes his arm around my waist and I lean into him as we walk.

"Thanks." I say. I just wanted to lay down and never move. I don't care if it's right here in the middle of the street.

"Isabel!" A female voice snaps me out of my day dreaming of sleeping on the sidewalk. I look up to find my mother walking towards us. Fuck. The last thing I need is my mother here.

"Hey mom." My voice once again comes out weak.

"Who is this!?" She looks Harry from head to toe with disgusts written all over her face. "Don't touch my daughter!" She pulls Harrys arm from my waist. I hadn't realized how much I was leaning on Harry until my legs gave out from the sudden action. I fall onto my knees, thank God not on my back.

"Don't you-" Harry begins but stops when he remembers that it's my mother. He settles for a glare instead before squatting down next to me. "Are you alright?" My backpack slides down his arm but he slides it back up.

"Ya I'm fine."

I don't think I can get up though. Maybe I will just sleep here tonight. It's not that bad of a street right?

"I'll carry you." Harry says.

"Harry you don't have-" he cut me off by picking me up bridal style.

I wince a little cause one of his arms is across my back.

"Mom what are you doing here?" I ask as I wrap my arms around his neck for support but also to take some of the pressure of my back.

"The school called me of course! They were telling me how they were going to call 911 if you got any worse!" She explains. I felt Harrys eyes flick to me as soon as she said how they almost called 911. "I rolled out of bed and rushed over here!"

My eyes go from her perfectly curled hair to her heels. Ya, she just 'rolled out of bed' alright.

"Only to find out you are just having one of your 'episodes'" she uses air quotes around 'episodes'.

"Episodes?" Harrys asks.

Dammit mom I was gonna wait till I was capable of at least walking to tell him.

I take a deep breath before explaining to Harry. "I have a heart condition. One of my heart valves leaks. And sometimes it's begins to beat really fast and I get dizzy, shaky, and light headed." I try my best to explain but my brain is moving so slowly.

"Like Kate." He says. It warms me that he referenced my book.

"Yes. I passed down my disability to Kate." I smile. If my mother wasn't here and tapping her foot this would the perfect moment.

"Honey you can't do this every time you want some attention." My mother speaks. Harrys arms tighten around me and I can tell he is holding himself back again. I stiffen with the sudden pressure to my back and shift in his arms, trying to tell him he is hurting me without saying it out loud. He takes the hint and loosens his grip. I'm proud of him for holding back his rage towards my mother. I can tell he is thinking of many horrible things he could say but keeps his mouth shut.

"I don't do this for attention. I have no control over it," I sigh and look back at my mother. "Thanks for coming down mom but I'll be fine. Harry is gonna take me back to the townhouse now. I'm sure he is getting tired and wants to put me down." I feel bad and a little self conscious to the fact that he is supporting all of my weight.

"I'm fine." He says.

"I'll drive you." My mother states and begins to walk to her car that is parked in front of Harrys at the curb.

"Mom you don't-"

"Come on." She cuts me off, not even looking back at us. I let out a deep sigh.

"I better go with her."

"Are you sure?" Harry looks back down at me.

"Ya. I'll be fine. Worst thing she will do is talk me to death." I give him a smile.

"Alright but I will be right behind you," He carried me over and sets me in the passenger seat of my moms car. "Right behind you." He whispers to me before closing the door and getting into his car. What has gotten into him?

"So were you just not gonna tell me about him?" My mother inquires. I groan and rest my head on the window. The whole car ride is filled with her questioning me and telling me every detail of her life since I left.