Why do I love you? (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Seeing RED

I am soon awaken by a loud knocking at my front door.I rub my eyes from sleep,checking the clock which reads 7:45am.Who would be at my door at this time in the morning,possibly the police after me knowing that I punched that guy last night.Memories of last night flood in my mind as I yawn. I wrap my dressing gown round me and head to the bathroom.

I decide it's a good idea to brush my teeth before heading to the door.I take one last look at my tired face,ratty hair and battered lip before exiting the bathroom.

The knocking becomes increasingly loud "Okay alright" I yell before angrily swinging my front door open.

I am greeted my a panicked looking Louis.

"Cara it's Dylan" Louis begins

"What about him?" I roll my eyes

"He's been involved in a car accident" He informs me

"He what?" I question as panic washes over me,I can feel my heart begin to race and my hands becoming clammy.

"He received a phone call from you last night and the ambulance was called at midnight last night" He explains

"What was he doing out at that time?" I ask slipping on my trainers and grabbing my bike keys of the rack.

"We were out on a boys night out next thing I know he's getting in his car,he said he was going to get you" Louis tells me

"S***" I curse

"What hospital is he at?" I ask

"St Anne's" he replies

I barge past him and get onto my bike

"Cara you can't go alone" He shouts

I jam the keys in the ignition,hearing the familiar roar before speeding off down the road.

Tears well up in my eyes and stream down my face,blurring my vision a little.

If I had never called him none of the would have happened I think to myself.

It seems that when your in a hurry you get every stupid driver on the road who can't drive or you get road works or every red traffic light.

I tap my foot on the floor waiting impatiently for the red light to change.It seems like forever waiting for it to go green.As soon as the light changes green I speed off sure to be kicking up mounds of smoke behind me.

Lucky St Anne's hospital is not far.Probably because I was doing over and above the speed limit.I don't care anyway,I have other important things to think about.I can feel my phone ringing non stop against my jacket pocket.

Soon enough I arrive in the hospital car park,removing my bike keys and dumping it on the floor in the nearest space I can find.

"Ma'am you haven't paid your ticket" A traffic warden calls for me.I quickly route through my coat pocket throwing a fiver at him.

I run through the car park cutting across the grass which has a sign that clearly says " DON'T TREAD ON THE GRASS"

I burst through the hospital doors being welcomed by a brightly lit reception

"Hi I was wondering if you could tell me where Dylan Sprouse is please" I ask at the front desk.

"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to give any information until 9am when visiting hours start" She explains

"Please it's an emergency" I tell her

"You'll have to join the other visitors in the waiting room who claim it's an emergency" She remarks pointing to a room filled with about 25 people.

"You don't understand my boyfriend was involved in a car accident last night I need to see him" I plead

"I don't think you understand sweetheart visiting hours don't start till 9am" She repeats

"Listen Betty" I rudely begin reading her name tag

"I didn't panic and race through traffic just to be told I have to wait till 9am to see someone who most likely is in a crucial condition" I snap

"Miss if you don't remove yourself from thus front desk I'm going to have to call security" She informs me

I let out a sigh I didn't even know I was holding in as a I check the clock 8:10am

"Okay fine" I reply

"Now please take a seat in the waiting room" She instructs

I saunter over to a spare seat feeling deflated

My eyes keep diverting to the clock every five minutes

I check my phone 3 missed calls from Louis

After ten minutes which feels like an hour I decide to grab myself a coffee hoping this will calm me down.

I look around at a few people who are giving me dodgy looks.I look down at my clothing realising I look like a complete nutter dressed in a black dress,a dressing gown,messy hair and my trusty reebok trainers.I honestly couldn't care less who's looking at me.

I divert my eyes to count the wall tiles before losing count and having to start again.

I finish my coffee and soon feel my eyelids getting heavy before fully closing.