I'm Your's (Zoella Sugg and Harry Styles)

chapter fourteen

**Zoe's POV**

A month.

A month of falling asleep in his arms.

A month of waking up to see his face.

A month of seeing his eyes light up when he laughs.

A month.

It was now January. Vlogmas has ended. The new year has begun. Youtube is now filled with videos on the past year and the new year to come. People are complaining about how they will keep writing 2013 instead of 2014. Social media, filled with "New year, new me" posts. Me and Harry are officially a couple to the media, as if it wasn't obvious enough.

"Hey babe, what do you want for breakfast? I can make some frech toast!" Harry called from the kitchen. I started to walk to him when Joe popped out in front of me, nearly knocking me over.

"Why, that sounds swell babe! I would be delighted to have some of your wonderful french toast!" Joe said in a high-pitched voice, as he walked femininely towards Harry. He even started to pretend to kiss him, forcing Harry to put his arm out to protect himself. I walked in behind Joe, "Leave him alone." I said before I pecked Harry on the cheek and grabbed the eggs from the refrigerator. I helped Harry make the french toast while Joe watched sat scrolling through his phone.

"Hey, you guys want to go see a film? The 'Wolf Of Wall Street' seems really good." Joe asked when Harry surved him some of the french toast. I furrowed my eyebrows in disapproval.

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, "I have been dying to see it, but nobody would come with me!"

"No thank you. You guys can go together. I don't want to waste my money to watch a bunch of grown men, cursing for two hours." I said in disgust. Harry and Joe shrugged in a 'what can ya do' manner and started talking about the movie excitedly. Halfway through breakfast, my father walked downstairs to accompany us.

"So," I said to Harry and Joe as we all watched some television, " What should my next video be?" We all pondered for a moment when Joe spoke up. "I think you two should do the boyfriend tag." Joe said with a smirk. I looked toward Harry questioningly , and he nodded. For some odd reason, One Direction's management is not fond of Harry filming videos with me, but Harry enjoys filming with me so he does. Anyway, it isn't against his conract.

"Hello everybody! I am here today joined with a very familiar guest, so, I bet you guys can guess what we are going to do today. Also, the title tells you, but- whatever!" I said into the camera.

"So, Harry can you tell them what we are doing?" I pointed to Harry as he exclaimed, "We are doing the Boyfriend Tag!"

"Alright, let us start then," I said as I looked down at the questions that we displayed on my phone screen, "First question is... Where did we first meet?"

I looked at Harry who smiled, thinking about the pleasent memory. "We met at one of my concerts, erm, you came backstage and you were all shy. You were wearing a very girly dress. The first thing I noticed about you that stood out to me, was your eyes. Your gorgous blue eyes." I giggled and Harry blushed slightly at how he remembered the night with such detail.

We continued the questions and Harry adorably answered them, each time with such tremendous thought. Once I turned my camera off, I looked at Harry who looked back at me seemingly upset. "You know, my Christmas break from tour ends next week."

I looked down at my socks, "Oh I, um, I forgot." Harry told me last week and I guess I just pushed it to the back of my head and tried not to think of it. I looked back up at Harry and he rushed to get up from where he sat, and hugged me engulfing me in his arms. "I don't want you to go." I said into his chest.

"I don't want to go either." He said gently. He put his hand on my head, "But no worries, I'm am going to do whatever I can, to see you as much as possible." Harry said, kissing the top of my head. Then, out of nowhere, Joe called up to Harry. "Hey mate, the film is starting in ten, we have to get going!" I let go of Harry and he kissed me softly.

"I promise we can make this work." Then he walked down the stairs to accompany Joe to the cinema.

**Joe's POV**

"So, what did you think of the movie?" I asked Harry as I gently pressed my foot against the breaks of my car as we gently approached a red light.

"It was great! Had some of my favorite actors in it!" Harry smiled. Although, his smile was not ordinary. It was special, it had something extra. "What are you smiling like that for?" I asked.

"Like what?"

"Now, don't play dumb with me. I know the movie was not that good." I demanded.

"Fine. Promise not to tell?" I nodded and put one of my hands up, as if to surrender. Harry let out a deep sigh.

"When we get back to your house, I am planning to ask Zoe to move in with me." Harry said.

I placed my foot on the gas once the light turned green. As I began crossing the intersection, I started to say, "Mate! That's aweso-" but I was unable to finish when a sudden blow came from Harry's side of the car, causing me to jerk to the side and hit the window with great force. Suddenly, a blinding pain surged up my left arm and I let out a moan. I held in a quivering breath as I slowly turned my sore neck to look at Harry.

A car had pushed in the window. Harry's head was tilted back, with his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape, allowing blood to trickle from it and down his chin and neck. Still, with my head turned to the side from looking at Harry, I felt immensely tired. I closed my eyes for a moment, and before I could drift off to sleep, a deep voice of a man shouted for me to stay awake. I slowly opened my eyes to see a paramedic bust open Harry's door, pick him up, and lay him gently onto a hospital gurney. Unexpectedly, I felt my body being lifted in the same manner as I had just witnessed.

"Son, stay with me. Don't close your eyes just yet." The same man said, as he quickly placed something over my mouth and nose and rolled me to the back door of the ambulance, looking into my eyes. He said words that sounded muffled, then looked back up to watch where he was going. He looked down at me, then back up. Me, then up. Me, then up.

"Focus on looking at my eyes." He said when I felt tired again. I was tired and I wanted to go to sleep but the men in the ambluance kept on telling me to stay awake. I tried to stay awake anyway. I focused on looking at the man's eyes, I was doing a good job at it too, but then the ambulance started moving fast and he started looking at other people and talking to them about me loosing blood.

Again, my eyelids started to feel heavy so the man started to talk to me, just me. It was harder to focus this time. I felt the ambulance come to a stop and the mans talking turned into yelling. I tried to focus like before, but my eyelids fluttered closed and everything went dark.