My Bully; Harry Styles [A Harry Styles Fan Fiction]

Chapter 5

Right guys I'm awfully sorry for such a long wait on an update but I've been so busy with everything; college, work, friends, family. I haven't even had time to come on here and message people, so I've got loads of comments/messages to reply too! So I'm sorry for just dissappearing like that. But now I've got 3 weeks off college I'm finding the time to update!

So here it is, Chapter 5 of MB;HS I hope you all enjoy it, leave any feedback please, much apreciated! 

Chapter 5

--Liam Pov--

The shining and blinding light made me peel my eyes wide open, where it took me a while to remember about my surroundings. It all then came back to me, MacKenzie was in hospital. 

I looked down at my chest, and there laid such a beautiful girl. Her brown messy hair covered half of her face, and her thumb was halfway in her mouth. She kept making little moaning noises, she was just so adorable. I looked over at my phone, and it read that it was coming up to nine in the morning.

"MacKenzie, darling, wake up." I whispered trying not to scare her while shaking her body. She just simply carried on making her little moany noises. 

"I don't want to." She moaned. 

"You need to, I need to get up." I said back to her laughing slightly after, which she just smiled in reply too. She lifted her head up, and blinked her eyes a few times to get used to the light. 

"Sorry... did I keep you here all night?" She apologized with a little frown in her face. It was weird, I'd only really been talking to her a few days and it already upset  me when I would see her upset. 

"It's fine, you wanted me to keep you company, so I did." I smiled proudly, which she just giggled at, I must have looked funny or something. Memories of last night came flooding back. 

*flashback*

"Liam, stay please?" She asked me, which my reply of course was yes. She smiled. "I really don't like hospitals.." 

"Aw, why's that?" I asked, then quickly spoke after. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to..."

"No, it's fine..." She took a deep breath. "My dad and I, we were so close and he always called me his little princess." She giggled, tears were forming in her eyes. I sat down beside her on the bed and put my arm around her shoulder. 

"Go on." 

"Well, six years ago... We were both on the way to what were his words, 'our special place'. Everytime I asked him where we were going he would always reply with 'somewhere special'. And, I don't even know what happened, everything was fine one minute then black the next. The car was spinning out of control and..."