Hey There Delilah

Ch. 4

*Delilahs POV*

We both walked through the small amount of snowy ground to his car and we climb in. I buckle my seat belt as Harry turns the heat to high.

I feel really uncomfortable right now. I mean I just met him yet here I am wearing his clothes AND I just stayed over at his house. Plus he is driving me to school.

It's even more awkward because Harry doesn't seem fazed by any of the recent events. I don't know why. It just makes me feel more out of place.

I turn on the radio and try to relax by ignoring my subcontious and singing along with the tune A Team by Ed Sheeran.

I pull my feet onto the seat and sit cross cross applesauce while we drive down the very busy street. I keep catching Harry glancing at me from his position in the drivers seat.

"Is there anything specific you're looking at or...?" I question after growing tired of his sneaky looks.

Harry chuckles lowly and I look at him. His face is lined with a cocky smirk and his eyes are glowing in amusement.

"Nah babe. Just admiring how perfect you look without makeup. That's all"

I feel the heat rushing up my neck and straight to my cheeks at his compliment. I look down at my lap and let my hair fall over my face to cover up my mad blushing.

I laugh nervously before responding "thanks"

Harry breaks out into a loud laughing fit beside me and my heart warms. His laugh is so adorable it makes me smile just hearing it, not to mention how much better it is to see his face scrunch up and his eyes squeeze closed as he throws back his head.

I giggle a little as he comes down from his laughter and the light turns green, signaling for us to move forward.

I peek around Harry's head to see the big brick sign labeled 'MONROE HIGHSCHOOL'. We pull into a spot right in front of the stairs and I hop out of the car. Harry follows as he clicks the lock button to his car.

I climb the stairs with him right by my side. I have this weird feeling of safety around him. I just met him thought? I can't feel safe with him if I just met him. Right?

I'm pulled from my thoughts as Harry nudges my shoulder with his. I look up at him and he smiles down at me nicely.

"Wrong way dummy" He says teasingly.

I cross my arms over my chest and pretend to pout and Harry chuckles lightly before pulling me by the arm to our next class, which we have together convieniently.

We walk into the class as the teacher is in the middle of a lecture. Everyone turns to look at us and i can feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. I step behind Harry quickly and he steps a little more in front of me.

"You're late Ms.Mason and Mr.Styles" Ms.Erickson says clearly annoyed.

Harry shrugs and leads me to a seat in the back of the class as she continues her speech. He sits down next to me and I thank him for letting me stand behind him. He says it's no problem and we turn back to the front of the class.

The bell rings in what seems like two minutes. I spaced out in the middle of her lecture and starting day dreaming about my home back in Arizona. I miss my friends.

I miss one in particularly, Valerie. She was my closest friend for as long as I can remember. We both always had all of our classes together and we did every single thing with each other. She was my sibling I never had.

I need to call her after school, which ends in an hour. I make a note on my hand to remind me as I make my way to my locker. I put in my combo and the lock pops open.

My shoulder feels so much better now that I don't have all of those text books packed in there. A figure appears from beside me and I close my locker to see who it is.

Niall is leaning against wall next to me and I smile at him nicely. He smiles back and pushes himself off the surface gingerly.

"You still up to hang out?" he says once we start walking to our classes.

I nod and pull out my schedule just to be sure I'm going the right way.

"After school sound good?" he offers.

I contemplate what I have to do today which luckily happens to be nothing. I nod and accept his offer as I dip into my class.

I'm walking to a seat in the back right corner when a foot sticks out and trips me, making me hit the ground roughly. Lucky for me my hand ends up hitting the ground in the wrong way, twisting it into an inhuman shape.

I scream loudly and sit up as pain courses for my hand all the up my arm then fully throughout my body. I feel hot tears running down my cheeks as I sit there caressing my arms and rocking back and forth, trying to make the pain subside.

A teacher walk up to me and says something I can't hear. My ears are ringing and my breath is ragged. I try to come up with a coherent scentance but nothing happens.

I look down at my hand which pressed downward and all the area around my wrist is swollen like a balloon, with purple bruising everywhere. My middle finger is bent to a fourty degree angle and is swollen.

The teacher is helping me from the ground and we're walking down the hall at a quick space. The only thing going through my head is how much this hurts. I am trying my hardest not to trip over my quickly moving feet.

He arrive in the office and the principle is on the phone urgently speaking into the receiver. I need to get some pain medication before I faint from the amount of pain I am in.

I'm led outside to an ambulance before being escorted in to the back. I sit down and take a deep breath. The girl doctor in the back turns to me quickly as the car starts moving.

"Sweetly I need to put this needle into your arm" she says.

I shake my head no but she proceeds to me anyway. I feel the stick of the sharp tool in my left arm and I force myself not to look at it.

It feels like molasses is moving through my blood stream now and the pain in my hand begins to lessen. My eye kids become droopy and I fight to stay awake.

The doctor leads me onto the bed placed back there and helps me lay down gingerly. My eye lids droop more as the car comes to a stop and the back doors are opened.

Light hits me and my eyes close completely. What is it with me and passing out lately? I try to re open them but they feel glued shut.

My brain becomes foggy and I let myself be taken by the feeling of sleep.