When We Collide (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

<<Okay, so I've put this chapter into 3rd person so I can stop using P.O.V.s! Please let me know what you think about it please and whether I should make every chapter from here on 3rd person or keep it the way it was! I just felt it was too messy and hard to keep up with, even when I was reading it! So please let me know in the comments!>>

The constant beeping Jasmine was hearing had her head pounding. She didn't know where she was, she couldn't smell anything and her breathing felt forced. She tried to open her eyes but they were too heavy to open. She needed to move. She tried to move her hand but nothing happened. She relaxed her entire body before putting all her strength into moving it. It moved! She felt another hand in hers when she moved it, and they squeezed back. Who was it? Her Mum?

She needed to open her eyes, when she tried again it was a lot easier. The room was bright, almost blinding causing her to squint as she moved her eyes around the room. She was in hospital, but why?

Her eyes continued to search the room until they fell upon a boy next to her. His hair was in unruly curls and his eyes were red and puffy. 

Why is he crying? She thought, Did I know him?

"Who are you?" She could barely whisper towards the boy, trying to move her hand out of his but was unsuccessful. The hopeful look in his eyes disappeared and he was looking at her like she was a monster.

"What?" He asked with a crack in his voice and tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Where's my Mum?" She asked ignoring him as he continued to ask unanswerable questions.

"She's in the cafeteria" He said with tears still running down his face, he stood up and walked to the door before turning around to speak again, "I'll go get her."

He shut the door and Jasmine was left with her thoughts.

She didn't remember who I was Harry thought. He couldn't stop crying and all he wanted to do was scream. He wanted answers, why couldn't she remember? What the fuck happened in that room? They're going to fucking pay.

He was standing outside of Jasmine's room waiting for her doctor when her Mum walked up to him.

"Is she awake yet?" She asked as she handing him a cup of tea.

He nodded his head but kept his gaze on the milky drink in his hand, "She doesn't remember me though." His body shook again as the tears fell. He slide his body down the wall and sobbed, he couldn't deal with the fact she couldn't remember him.

Jasmine's Mum joined him on the floor and wrapped her arms around him, trying to calm him down.

"Why don't you go home, Harry? I'll call you in the morning and let you know if she wants to see you" Pity was clear in her voice, but he didn't want pity, he wanted Jasmine to remember him.

He nodded at her and lifted his body up and walked away without looking back, tears were still rolling down his face but he couldn't care less. He just needed to get this out of his system.

As soon as he was out of the hospital, he ran. He ran so far he didn't know where he was until he saw a familiar gym up ahead. He walked in without signing in and walked to him old locker. His old boxing gear was still in it. He yanked his shirt off and shoved it into the locker and grabbed his shorts to put them on. With his gloves in hand, he walked out to the practice area and up to a punching bag, pretending it was Zayn's face. He knew Zayn was behind this and if he wanted a fight, he was going to get one.

<<Okay, I gave up with the 3rd person because it was just confusing me haha sorry! But still tell me which you prefer! 1st or 3rd?>>