Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 36

Chapter 36 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            I’m freaking the fuck out.

            As if leaving tomorrow wasn’t bad enough, Valerie had to go and stop breathing. Stupid shitty lungs of hers. I wish there was more I could do, but the only thing I’m able to do is sit in a hospital chair by her bed, squeezing her hand. I haven’t cried… yet, but I feel like it’s bound to happen as soon as she wakes up. She’s got this oxygen mask on, wires hooked in every section of her exposed arms. She looks pitiful.

            The nurse called her parents, of course, and they came by not too long ago. Her mother was practically falling asleep sitting up, after telling me how frequent this used to occur. Her father just looked depressed, neither of them speaking as they kept to themselves. They both looked exhausted, so I was being the gentleman I am and told them I’d stay with Valerie so they could go home and rest. Her mother didn’t seem too sure to leave at first, but I promised I’d call if anything happened.

            I guess they trusted me.

            After the boys woke up with the sirens and freaked out at the unconscious Valerie in my arms, I told them to go to bed as well. They promised to come first thing in the morning, and even then it took more convincing that she’d be fine. From the paramedic, that is. I was one of the ones thinking negatively, although I know I shouldn’t be. Valerie’s strong; she can do this.

            …Right?

            As I’ve said plenty of times since I’ve laid eyes on Valerie, I don’t know what’s happening to me. This girl, this girl I’ve known for merely three weeks now has been such a huge part of my life, it’s indescribable. Yes, it’s about time I’ve admitted it, honestly…

            I’m in love with Valerie Marie Anderson.

            So soon, you ask? Hell, I asked myself the same thing. I’ve heard of people being “in love” within two days of knowing each other, but that’s ridiculous to me. Sure I haven’t known Valerie long, but I sure as hell have been through a lot with her in two and a half weeks. With management and all, not to mention I literally spent my entire break with her. She tried to do some makeup work, but I just wouldn’t allow it. I wanted her to spend time with me. Only me.

            Possessive? Oh well, I can’t help it.

            To drag me out of my swirling thoughts, Valerie let out a low grunt as her eyes pinched tighter together. It was almost instinctive to immediately turn to look at her, just because the fact that she’s still breathing is enough to make me ecstatic.

            “Harry,” she murmured in a hoarse voice, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me happy. I’m the first person she wants to see when she wakes up? The thought alone put a smile on my fact.

            “I’m right here,” I assured her, running my thumb across her knuckles as she gripped my hand.

            “My heart hurts,” she grumbled.

            This wasn’t the time when Valerie said that because she was fangirling over some celebrity. No, this was because she meant it. That deranged heart of hers has put her into a world of trouble, and for that I feel sorry for her. Honestly, I’d switch hearts with her any day just so she wouldn’t have to feel any pain. She doesn’t deserve it.

            “I’m sorry, baby. Do you need anything?”

            Fuck. I wanted to shoot myself just for calling her that petty name out loud. Of course I’ve slipped up and said it before, but this time… it held actual meaning. I’m fucking in love with this girl.