It takes two (Harry styles)

chapter 68

Riley's P.O.V.

Sometimes Harry is so sweet and caring, other times hes a fucking asshole. 

He thinks that he can just waltz in here and apologize and think that i will just forgive him? that easy?

Fuck no.

If he wants to be friends he's going to have to try damn hard to convince me to. I'm done trying to be his fucking friend when he is making no effort at all.  

I'm done trying to get along with him when all he does is be a asshole to me and argue with me. 

ugh!

Why can't my life be perfect? why did this have to happen to me? 

Why does Harry have to screw everything up?

My thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock at my door. 

i turned my head towards the door. Eleanor was standing there with a sweet smile on her face. 

"You can come in ya know, I don't bite." she giggled. she slowly made her way over to the bed.

"Are you okay?" she asked concerned.

"I guess." i sighed. "When can i go home?"

"I don't know. do you want me to go ask the doctor?" 

"yes please" she smiled at me and then walked out of the room to go ask the doctor.

A couple minutes later Eleanor returned with the doctor by her side.

"Okay Ms. Bard, the sharp pain you felt was because of your ribs. No more harm was done. Since nothing else happened to harm you, you may go home today. so has any of your memory come back?" he asked.p

"yes, all of it actually."

"that's good to hear. okay well let me go get your discharge papers and then you are free to leave." he smiled at me then left the room. 

A nurse came in and took the IV out of my arm. i winced as she pulled it out.

I HATE needles. HATE them! iI'd rather be shot then stabbed with needles.

okay well maybe not shot, but you know what I mean.  

the doctor came back and handed me papers to sign. i signed them, then got different clothes on. 

at harry's house

Eleanor drove me to Harry's house to get all my things. 

i walked in the door. i saw no one in sight. i walked in the living and saw Harry and a girl making out. my eyes filled with tears but i blinked them back.

i will waste no more tears on him. i'm so fucking done with all his shit. 

i stomped up the stairs and into the room i had all my stuff.

i turned around to walk out the door and saw Harry was standing there. 

"where are you going?" he asked quietly.

"home" i replied plainly.

"why?"

"you didn't think i was going to stay here and watch you and a girl make out did you?" he was speechless. "That's what i thought." i pushed past him and went into the bathroom. 

i grabbed all my things including my razors... i walked out of the bathroom. Harry was still standing in the same spot. he hasn't moved. he just watched me walk down the hallway not knowing what to do. 

"Oh, and Harry."

I said, looking to his direction, his head turning towards mine.

"That girl downstairs must be getting bored."

I said, picking up my things and walking down the stairs. I set some things down at the door, and brought others out to the car. I asked Eleanor for help, and she happily obliged. We walked back Into the house, grabbing the rest of my things off of the floor, receiving dirty looks from the random girl that was In Harry's living room.

We stepped out the door, shutting It behind us. We set the rest of the bags In the trunk, and shut the trunk. We both parted to go to our own sides of the car, and opened the doors. When I opened the door, something fell out. As I was picking It up, Eleanor seemed to go Into panic mode. 

"Umm- here, I'll take that." 

She took It from my hands, but the label caught my eye before she could snatch It up.'

"Oh my god! El!"

She looked at me with wide eyes, realizing I had seen the label.

"Don't tell Louis!"

"How can I not tell him you're pregnant?!?"

"Just... god! I don't know, just- I'm not ready to tell him yet! Please don't!"

"Yeah, yeah fine. Just pull out of thus driveway before I change my mind. This house Is creepy." 

"Harry's house?"

"Yes. Now drive."

I put the envelope back In the side of the door where It belonged, and hopped In the car, shutting the door behind me. But then, I saw someone.

Harry.

Right on the doorstep, with one of my bags In his hands, and with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Well, Eleanor, I think you might want to tell Louis before Harry does."

Her gaze shifted to Harry, and al she did was mutter a simple-

"Shit."

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