Broken

Chapter 8

The scene replays back in my head, we were talking in my kitchen, at three in the morning. I turned away and he collapsed and I barely got a pulse, now he is in the emergency room and I am in the waiting room.

I hope he's okay. I think. No you don't! He deserves whatever happened to him, he left you months before.

"Breeze Hall?" I see a nurse standing a few feet in front of me with a worried look. I stand up and follow her to an empty hall with only a few rooms. Harry must be in one of these.

The nurse looks at me and takes a deep breath, "Ms. Hall, I understand that you are involved with Mr. Styles, am I correct?"

"Y-yes, no, it's complicated," I hesitate.

She chuckles a bit and carries on, "well, Mr. Styles has been put into immediate care, due to his condition. We are aware of the amount of alcohol he has had, tonight. The amount of alcohol he had tonight, gave him alcohol poisoning."

My eyes widen, alcohol poisoning is fatal. "Is he-"

"No," she interrupts. "Mr. Styles is fine and is in recovery, but he is fairly weak and he will be staying here for the next few days. I recommend very little physical movement."

I nod and sigh, he's going to be okay. I feel like a big amount of relief just lifted off my shoulders. "Can I see him?"

She nods.

Harry's room is 234. I knock on the door and open it slowly. "Are you going to come in or are you just going to stand there!" He shouts. I tiptoe into his room and see three girls by his side giggling and playing with his hair. "What the hell?!" I exclaim.

Harry smiles and gestures me over, "Hello, Breeze." His voices slurs, but not much anymore, "this is Janice, Lizzy, and Nancy." He points to the three girls by his side.

I shake my head, "why are these girls here? Aren't you supposed to be resting!"

"Are you jealous?" He smirks and pulls Lizzy down and kisses her hard.

I can feel my cheeks starting to burn, "Bye, asshole!" I stomp out of room and slam the hospital door, leaving an echo.

I slam my bedroom door shut, when I get home and rush to the bathroom. "Something. I got to find something, dammit," I whisper as I dig for a blade. I find nothing, I go into my room and look for a mechanical pencil. I snap it in half and dig the plastic in to my skin. Again, and again. I shudder when my tears touch my open skin. I scream, after each second my scream gets louder and louder. I sink the plastic into my skin again and I start to feel the room spinning. Faster and faster. I put the half of the mechanical pencil down and start trying to breathe steadily.

I hear a car door shut, mom's home, "shit."

[Author's Notes: Yay a second update in one night! I hope you guys likes these two chapters! Please keep in mind, none of this has happened to me. I just think of how it would be, I know it's painful. It's hell and you want to die, but I love you and whoever doesn't, they are assholes and aren't worth your time! Stay strong lovelies!<3]