Miss Trouble

Chapter 22: Hospital Room

Harry's P.O.V.

I awake to the soft beeps of a hospital monitor. I slowly open my eyes, and see a bright surrounding. Sitting up, I groan.

"Where am I?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes.

"You're awake." I hear Carter's voice. I look over towards the sound, and notice her looking at me. I immediately smile. She's here. "How are you feeling?" She asks softly, coming to the edge of the bed.

"Great now." I mumble to myself, still smiling. Her just being here makes me feel better. She gives me a small smile back, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards.

"Glad to hear that. Anything you need, Popstar?" She asks, once again using my nickname, causing me to smile even more.

"Just you, Princess." I manage to croak out, my voice hoarse. Once again the corners of her lips tug upwards, but this time, they fall into a straight line. "Something wrong?"

"What? Oh. Nothing. I'm gonna go get the nurse, make sure you're okay." She says softly. She stands up, and leans over me. Expecting a kiss, I pucker up my lips a bit, but she goes north of them, her lips landing on my forehead. A little deflated about this, I watch her walk out of the room. Funny, I thought that we were just kissing earlier this morning, her in my arms. And now she seems secluded from me. I don't let the thought bother me for too long, because the lads, Carter, Logan, and Uncle Simon barged in.

"HAZZA!!!!" Niall exclaims, rushing over to me, engulfing me in a half hug.

"Hey Niall." I say, giving a small smile towards him. I do the rest for each of the boys and Simon.

"Hey man, how ya feelin'?" Logan asks, sitting down in one of the available chairs. I shrug.

"Not too shabby. Just a few cuts and bruises, I s'pose."

"More than a few, mate," Liam mentions, grabbing my attention. "Got some stitches above your right eyebrow." He says motioning to the spot where they are at on his forehead. Immediately my right hand goes up to the general area, applying a bit of pressure. I feel a slight sting, followed by aches. I wince at the pain.

"Mr. Styles?" I hear a female voice, but not Carter's. I look towards the door, to see a nurse. "Just here to check in on ya." She checks all of my vitals, before leaving.

"Oh, before I leave. There is a Mother and Father here, with their son. Something about, 'knowing Carter?'" She mentions, and I look towards Carter. Her face pales instantly, and her left hand covers her face.

"Great. I thought that I would have a day or two, but guess not." She groans, uncovering her face. Her brown hair flops onto her face, but she tucks it behind her ear.

"Want me to go get them, Catherine?" Logan asks, and she nods. Logan leaves the room, and makes a right. I'm guessing that is where the waiting room is. Looking back at Carter, I noticed that she didn't snap at me for calling her princess, or for Logan calling her Catherine. She hated that. Looking towards the rest of the group, they seem not to notice.

"Carter? Everything ok-"

"CARTER NICOLE JONES ARE YOU OKAY?!" A woman rushes in, interrupting me.

"I'm fine, mom." Carter mumbles, prying her mother's hands away from her face.

"You sure, honey?" She asks once more, going for her face, but she stops her. Carter looks towards me, eyes begging for help.

"Oh, my sweet little girl!" A man exclaims, who I am assuming is her father, engulfs her in a tight hug. She hugs back, but finished before he does.