White Board Lyrics (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

(Harry's POV)

 So we had gotten our outfits. I honestly thought that the earmuffs were hilarious, and would look too ridiculous to work, but Paul ran it by management and I guess that they are going to be the best option. I played with the fuzz on the ear parts while I sat in the front seat of the car. Maybe I could buy some better looking ones, with less fuzz and what not? I would have to buy them on the Internet. There was no way I could go out in public. Not by myself anyways, and all I wanted to be was alone, by myself. I just wanted to be by myself. This constant attention, and constant questions of ‘are you okay?’ we starting to piss me off.

A tap came to my shoulder and I was taken away from my thoughts. My hands momentarily let go of the earmuffs and they fell to the car floor. Paul had stopped the car and was trying to get my attention. The car was parked, yet still running just inside the gates of my complex. He grabbed the whiteboard that was sitting in my lap.

Do you want anyone to stay with you?  His handwriting was neat and orderly. I shook my head ‘no’ and he frowned. He ran the side of his hands over his words and asked again. Are you sure? I shook my head again and he nodded, understanding that I needed some space away from this constant worrying over me. Paul unbuckled himself and turned the car off, getting out and walking over to my side of the vehicles. I opened the door and swung myself so that it was easier to get out. He offered me a hand and motioned for he wheelchair, but I shook my head again. I hated being treated like a child. This broken tibia crap was raining on my parade. He offered me the crutches and I took them even though they hurt my armpits.

I just couldn’t sit around any longer.

I couldn’t sit around and do nothing. All I had been doing was sitting around and having people run around me. It was killing me to be this silent, but not be able to do anything about it. It was hard to hold a conversation with someone when you couldn’t hear a damned word they were saying. I tried reading lips once, but that ended with me thinking Niall said he ate children. After Paul left my flat, I scrambled about on my crutches to the best of my ability and ended up on the couch anyways. I grabbed the remote and turned the tele on, the screen flashed enthusiastically as some celebrity gossip show came on.

Of course.

The screen shot between scenes about that new series of Sherlock. I hadn’t seen that on the tele in a while. I shrugged, and just before I was about to change the channel, the show hostess waved her arms excitedly. The screen read, “1D Has Car Troubles!” I groaned as pictures of the crash and endless tweets filled the screen with people who wanted to know what happened. Why couldn’t they just give it a rest and wait until the interview in a week. I groaned and shut the tele off with a huff. The last thing I wanted to see was that mangled mess of a car.

Really, all I wanted to do was listen to some music, and I couldn’t even do that. Music was my life, and now all I had was that silence. Every so often the ringing would come back, accompanied by some pain.

They’re healing. The guys kept telling me. That’s all anyone said. You’ll be okay.  Most of the time it was, are you okay? Even though they knew I wasn’t. It was hard to comprehend that eventually I would be okay when things seemed so bad then. Groaning, I pulled my phone out and checked my messages, both from the boys, and from fans that just wanted to know what was going on. They were all asking the same thing.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I clenched my phone tightly in my grip before losing it completely. “I AM NOT OKAY.” I screamed, most likely freaking out my neighbors. It had been so silent up until then. “I CAN’T HEAR A GOD DAMN THING!” I threw my phone and it smacked against the wall. I knew it would be broken, but at that moment I could care less. I sat forward and shoved everything off of my coffee table. The decorative glass bowl crashed to the floor and shattered into a millions shards onto my carpeted floor. I screamed hard until I felt like my lungs couldn’t handle it anymore and my throat felt like it was on fire.