Double Take [Sequel to Bound]

51. Happy

ALRIGHT so before y'all go ahead and read this, I just wanna share something with you guys.

A week ago, on Monday March 27th, 2017 at 8:03PM, my honey & the other love of my life (other than Harry), Luke Robert Hemmings fucking followed me on Twitter. I'm not kidding when I say that I began shaking and crying when I saw that he followed me about 20 mins after I had tweeted him. I was the only person he followed that day, and last I checked (which was a few mins ago) i'm still the 2nd person on his following list. like can you believe this? for 4 years, I've been tryna get that blonde guitar/singing god to notice me, and after tweeting him something stupid ONCE, he followed me back. i'm still shitting myself.

Also. Solo Harry rises in like 5 days. Sign of the Times is probably gonna kill and resurrect me all within the 5 minutes of its duration. Neither Harry nor Luke will let me rest. I'm gonna die.

Also-also, this fic is about a chapter (or two) away from being over. i might cry, but then again, I got my other Harry fic to work on, and I'm telling you right now, after I hear his solo, the inspiration is gonna hit me like a truck and all I'll be doing is working on my Harry fic Prince in the City. Keep a look out!

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Chapter 51—Happy

Klara's POV:

By the time we had reached the hospital, I had somehow managed to calm myself down. Vin's earlier words of reassurance had helped, yet the unsettling feeling was still present in the pit of my stomach as I practically jumped out of the car and bolted through the front entrance. The stench of disinfectant wrinkled my nose as I asked the receptionist for Vin's room number, and once I got my answer I followed the brief directions she had given and made my way to his room, forgetting about my family for the time being.

To say I was anxious to see Vin would be an understatement, which could be seen by the way of how I was wringing my fingers together in the lift amongst some doctors and nurses, looking up as the floor numbers got higher and stopped on the fourth floor, which was my stop. When the metal doors slid open, I immediately made my way out and glanced around, trying to make sense of the numbers on the doors and making a right as I walked down the hall.

I was about six doors down until I reached the one I had been looking for, inhaling as I grabbed the cool door handle and pushed it down and pushed the door open, head peeking in as my eyes, like a magnet, landed on Vin's sitting form.

Stepping inside, I watched as his sharp blue eyes landed on me, yet my own were raking over him as I took in his injuries, feeling my heart lurch unpleasantly. For someone who sounded fine on the phone, Vin certainly didn't look it, and that dried my mouth right up. His left arm was in a black sling and a boot on his right foot, indicating the broken bones that were there, not to mention the crutch that was leaning against the bed next to him. A rectangular gauze was taped on the left side of his forehead, black hair looking disheveled and clothes dusty, not to mention the scrapes I could see on his arms due to the short sleeved shirt he was wearing, as well as the couple of scratches on his left cheek.

The sight was not by any means a sight I wanted to see, and part of me was pissed that Vin hadn't made it clear on the phone the extent of his injuries. Clearly, he wasn't fine, even if he was sitting up and offering a small smile, and I could feel the breath escaping me as I tried to keep calm. Keep what calm? My breathing, emotions, shakiness? Who the fuck knows, at this point.

"Hey, love," Vin broke the silence, offering a small smile as I fully stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him as my eyes remained glued to his figure. "You look panicked."