Harry's POV
"Ahhh!" I yelp once hitting the cold tile floor. God since when do I fall out of beds? I stare over at Lily asleep comfortably on the hospital cot, but quickly remember she might not ever wake up. I pull my hoody on and shake my curls. I would kill for a shower right now, I think as I pull my beanie on. "Lily, I'm going to the cafeteria and I'll be right back okay?" I say aloud even though she can't hear me. I take one last look in the room and stomp off to find some coffee.
Ugh! Cafeteria food is gross! I think to myself after having breakfast. Oh well at least I know Liam will bring me some decent coffee when he comes over this morning. I take a look around the lobby and see the last person I expect to see here; Simon. God can't a guy catch a break? Seriously, I don't need him yelling at me about all the bad publicity this will bring when I have bigger things to worry about like I don't know, Lily waking up! I duck my head trying not to be noticed by him but I fail miserably. "Hello, Harry." I hear his thick accent breathing down my neck,
"Simon," I acknowledge him slowly turning around. "Let's take a walk outside, shall we?" He questions, but clearly expecting me to follow. I nod and follow the grumpy Brit I know I've upset.
"You want me to what?" I scream at him,"You heard me Harry don't act stupid! I told you, you have two choices: one, leave the hospital now and forget you ever met this girl or two, stay but tell the paparazzi she's some retard who was drunk that you took pity on and brought to the hospital. Both options don't give you any bad publicity and will protect your spotless image." Simon says lightly like the choice is as easy as jam or butter on toast. "You can't be serious!" I roar at him. How can he expect me to leave Lily, a super sweet girl I just met and put in a coma, or publicly shame her by falsely calling her a drunk(which I know she's not). "It's your choice, I expect an answer by tonight," he tells me sternly then turns on his heel and saunters over to his car. Once he leaves I slam my fists onto the side of the building out of frustration,"Damn it!" I groan looking at my bloody knuckles. I trudge through the door and ask the same lady at the front desk about getting them bandaged. At first she shrinks into her chair when I approach, probably expecting me to yell, but looks a little better when I just ask her where to wait. I seriously hate that I intimidate most people. I really need to learn how to control my anger. It also probably doesn't help that I "sleep around" and never commit to relationships always leaving a teary eyed girl in my wake.
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Save Me (One Direction Fan-fiction)
FanfictionLily Brooks is 19 year old who lives in NYC and wants to become an artist. After a devastating break up with her boyfriend of four years, Charlie, she finds her world turned upside down by the band One Direction.
