I begin to regain feeling in my body. My fingers tips faintly feel a surface but I'm not sure what. Last thing I remember I was hyperventilating in front of Harry because I couldn't see and everything went black, I can't remember anything else.. I should be scared right now, Where am I? I can only slightly feel, you know when you wake up in the morning and you're conscious but it's like you can't move or you don't want to. I faintly hear a voice, no two voices. I hear them converse for a while but I can't distinguish if they're male or female, it sounds so muffled. After a while I finally hear them properly.
"...So you're just going to leave her here?" What?
"No you idiot, just don't tell anyone about this..." I still can't distinguish the voices. I want to open my eyes but I can't.
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My eyes flutter open slowly and it takes me a while to focus on where I am. I'm laying on the back seats of some car and it's still dark out. What the hell? It's a rather big car and my mind starts predicting the worst. I don't feel hurt, I just have a slight headache. The car door in front of me is half way open and I see the house in front of the parked vehicle. This really does not look or feel right, why am I in a car I've never been before. I squeeze my eyes to try and focus them better, I hear screaming from the other side of the lawn.
"She's fucking passed out in the car!" I hear a voice shout, along with something indistinguishable. I also hear the thump of the music through the walls of the house, anyone inside wouldn't hear a thing from outside, even if they were screaming at the top of their lungs and that fact almost disturbs me. I sit up and put my hand on my forehead, the ache feels worse. "If you won't take her, I will!" the voice continues. I hear heavy footsteps coming towards the car, what the-? Before I know it the half opened car door is slamed and the drivers one urgently opened by Harry who hops in and starts the engine and drives off with out even noticing I'm awake.
"Harry" I say, almost a hum but he hears it and pulls over.
"Jesus christ... You gave me a heart attack, I literally thought you dropped dead in front of my eyes"
"What?" everything he's saying is making no sense to me, my thoughts are muddled and I can't think straight.
"I don't know what the, or do now, Chloe was trying to call an ambulance and some douche wouldn't give me his car keys and Liam wa-"
"You're giving me a massive headache" He sounds very distraught and not knowing what to do. "Call Chloe and tell her we're going back" I demand, my hand still on my head.
"What? Are you mental? No, we're not going back" he gives me look as if I've grown two heads.
"For fuck sake" he starts the car but he doesn't turn around.
"Harry! Take me back goddamnit!"
"I said no! Now shut up!" he shouts, both hands firm on the wheel, giving me a further headache. This boy is impossible. I lean my head back, pinching the bridge of my nose as I feel the car turn and bump all probably faster than the speed limit. I groan, what the hell is he doing?
After a minute or two of few fast and furious scenes he swiftly opens the door and carries me bridal style, not romantic at all, to the building of his apartment. I haven't even opened my eyes and I know we're here, I recognise the smell. It's strange to say that but I can. I try to protest but I don't, I know it'll be no use, Harry is as stubborn as a child, he won't listen to me. He struggles to open the door but he eventually manages. If Louis is there he's probably gonna think Harry has murdered me or something, I almost laugh at the thought. Harry carries me to this bedroom, he doesn't even bother to turn the light on and places me on the low bed in the center of the room to then walks out the room immediately and slams the door. I sit up and massage my temples. What happened? I remember feeling my vision going weird and passing out but I can't remember much before that. I hear Harry outside the room, pacing. "Chlo" I hear him through the wooden door that separates us. "I'm at mine, she's awake just get over here, quickly please. I don't know what to do, please" he continues pacing. "Yes, yes I will" his accent is thicker now. I don't think Louis is here, I'm sure I would've heard him by now. Minutes, hours, I don't know, pass without a word. Maybe I should leave this pitch black room before Harry thinks I've died on his bed. Just as I'm about to stand up he walks in the room with a glass of water. He seems to have calmed down a bit.
"Here, drink this" I don't hesitate to take it from him. I cross my legs on the bed and he sits down next to me.
"What happened? I ask him after I taking a sip of water.
"We think your drink was spiked and you passed out" my heart sinks, I don't know why but it does. I feel almost... violated. I don't respond, I just spend a few seconds processing what he just said. I do distinctly remember Chloe saying there was powder or liquid or something in my drink.
"How long was I out?" I ask him, my tone flat. I should be drunk, or affected by whatever drug I've consumed but strangely, I'm not. I think maybe the adrenaline from the panic attack burned all the alchohol in my system and me passing out was a mix of the three.
"I don't know sincerely. When you passed out I started to panic myself and I thought maybe you had died of an asthma attack, I shouted for somebody and some guy I don't know came through the door, he didn't know what to do either. I thought maybe I should lift your legs so the blood would go to your head, but that didn't work either. That's when I really started to get worried. I wanted to go get Chloe because she would probably know what to do, but I didn't want to leave you just laying there but she came just after with her phone and she googled something. Pretty stupid if you ask me, we should've just called 911 but we didn't know how bad it was. I didn't want everyone to see what was going on and cause a scene and stick their nose in where they don't fucking belong. But we eventually took you down and put you in Liams car, it's a big car. Liam wouldn't let me drive his car, mainly because he didn't know the reason why but I couldn't think straight so I just snatched the keys from his and got in. And you know the rest from there" I'm shocked and surprised by the long story. I reply with a small "Oh". Abruptly, there's loud knocks and the door and Harry is immediately to his feet to open it, I stay on the sat of the bed with the cold glass of water in my hands. My head still hurts. Chloe rushes up to me and hugs me.
"Oh my god!" she hugs me tighter "I was so worried" I awkardly hug her back. Everything I do is awkward, only I would wake up from being drugged and hug someone awkwardly. Harry stands there... awkwardly. "How do you feel?"
"I don't know... my head hurts and my eyes hurt. I feel anything but okay" They both look at eachother then back at me.
"I think I'm going to call your mom"
"No!" I say instantly. Last thing I want is my mother finding out about this. "She'll go bezerk, she was worried enough that I'd come home hammered, she doesn't need know this" I mainly don't want her to know because she'll worry. I hate that feeling, knowing someone is worried about you.
"Lilah you can't ju-"
"No! Please, I told her I will be back late tonight, if not the morning. She will be fine, I'll be fine. Don't worry" I insist. She finally gives in and drops it. "Where's my bag?" we look around the room.
"I don't know..." Harry says.
"Well this night is going great" I groan and lean back on the bed, my body still feels weak I really don't feel like moving. I had my phone, money just everything in that bag and if it's lost, I'm screwed.
"Are you sure you're okay? You sure you don't want us to take you to the hospital?" she insists.
"No no please, I don't even want you to call my mom, let alone go to a hospital. They will just start asking a bunch of questions and it'll all be more frustrating than it needs to be. I'll be fine don't worry" she gives me a worried look but I know she won't push me anymore. Thing is, I hate hospitals. I'm not afraid or anything but I just feel like everyone is a bit of a hypercondriac sometimes. I never take any pills or medicine when I'm sick even if my mom offers me them countless times, I have never broken a bone. I only once twisted my wrist when I was skating, they were pretty skates and I had just gotten them. I wish I still had them, even though they wouldn't fit me. Anyway, I just basically fell and all the force fell on my wrist. I remember screaming out in pain, but being 10 years old everything is painful.
"Well, I think I should go" Chloe says "I'm just glad you're okay" I can tell she feels weird for leaving but she shouldn't. She doesn't have to stay for my sake. Harry follows her out and I can hear them talking, nearly whispering but not quite. I can't hear what they're saying though, obviously something about me but right now, I just want to sleep.
I fell straight to sleep.
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Good Intentions - Harry Styles Fanfic
Fanfiction*** A.N: Okay so, I wrote this story when I was very young, and now, over 3 years later, I realise that the story is definitely not as good as I thought it was (in fact it's pretty bad). Why do I say this? Because if any of you read this and think "...
