Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 31

(at the part where harry starts singing turn on the song "my kind of love" by emeli sande ok ok ok ok)

I can't open my eyes, it's like my whole body is still asleep but my mind is fully awake. I can hear everything going on around me but no matter how hard I possibly try, I can't open my eyes or move my body.

I already know for sure Im in the hospital because of the distinctive smell, but the question buzzing around my head is why?

I can't seem to remember anything that has happened in the last day or so, everything is such a blur. I try to remember the events that could've lead me to being in this hospital but the pounding headache I have disables me from doing so. It feels like someone's hammering on the inside of my head.

"How could this have happened again." I recognized my fathers voice. By the way his footsteps continuously sounded I could tell he was pacing around the room.

But what was he talking about? What happened?

"It's all that boys fault, god damn it!" He raised his voice and I winced internally. I immediately knew he was talking about Harry, it's obvious.

Don't talk about him like that! I tried to yell at him but couldn't.

"Ungrateful fucker," my dad mumbled under his breath and my blood boiled.

I heard the door open and the footsteps of someone.

"Mr.Holmes!" My dad exclaimed. Mr.Holmes was my doctor.

"How long until she wakes up?" His voice was full of worry. This is something that has been so rare with my father these past few weeks, he hasn't been a father at all.

We haven't had a single conversation without fighting ever since I met Harry, it makes me sad.

"She will be out cold for a while longer, we are not exactly certain about how long. But it will most likely be a minimum of five hours." The doctor explained.

"Five hours! It'll be 3am by the time she wakes up!" My dad yelled.

"Sorry for the inconvenience Mr.Rose, but Georgia has suffered major blood loss. You must remember she was passed out with open cuts hours before you finally found her, she needs time to recover."

It's like all of my body froze up. Open cuts?

That's when I finally felt the pain in my arms, a burning kind of pain. It felt like someone put a lighter to my wrists and wouldn't take it off. My mind was screaming out in agony, but my body obviously couldn't show it.

I had to lay there with arms that were unbearably sore but couldn't move them an inch.

And then it hit me, the reason why my wrists hurt.

Everything that happened in the last 24 hours played back in my mind like a movie. Every single detail, from the moment I woke up to when I made the stupid decision to use the piece of glass to cut my wrist.

How stupid could I be. My head was spinning round because everything that occurred in such a short period of time. I feel so worthless.

I feel like I deserve every bad thing that anyone has ever said or done to me. I've lost the love of my life over something I didn't even do...or maybe I did do it.

Maybe, just maybe, this is all my fault.

Maybe I lead Liam on. Maybe I made him believe I did like him back. Maybe I didn't make it obvious enough that I wasn't interested. Maybe I do deserve to lose Harry.