Give Me Time

Chapter 7

With a lot of running after Louis, arguing, and a pillow fight, we ended up settling to watch "Finding Nemo". I was on the couch sitting next to Liam and Zayn, Niall had the other couch to himself and a box of pizza, Louis was laying right in front of the TV and Harry sat on the floor in front of Niall.

Every so-often, I would look over at Harry and throughout the movie, he seemed a bit distant. He wasn't watching the movie but staring at the wall across the room.

I wonder what he's thinking about. I purposely seated myself away from him because of what happened earlier but now I want to talk to him about what's bothering him.

Ever since I was little, I could never see anyone upset and always tried to help them. I still do now and don't think will ever stop.

Harry was now fiddling with his fingers as he let out a deep sigh. I looked at Zayn sitting next to me who was practically asleep and then at Liam who stared at the screen unaware of his surroundings.

I saw Harry get up and walk towards the balcony and I debated in my head if I should go after him or not thinking back to how he whispered into my ear before.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was already at the door that led to the balcony. I put my hand on the door knob and took a deep breath. What's the worst that could happen?

As I opened the door, the cold wind hit my face and I shivered. I should've brought my jacket with me, it's freezing and wearing shorts, a t-shirt and no shoes isn't exactly helping.

The view is beautiful with the East River and the lights in the distant even though it's beyond midnight. New York, the city that never sleeps. I see Harry standing on the left with his back turned towards me and his hands shoved in his pockets.

I try to close the door without making any noise and walk towards him still shivering. I walk quietly on the cold floor with my feet sticking with each step because of my lack of footwear.

Everything was good until I took the next step.

I let out sort of a not so loud scream/whimper as I felt something sharp, something very sharp in my foot.

My eyes filled with tears because of the pain and I slumped to the floor. Harry turns around and runs to get the light switch and sits down next to me.

"What are you doing Meranda? Are you mad?" He demands but in a calm tone

Chocking back tears I whisper " I was gonna see why you came out here"

He sighs and looks at my foot and so do I. The sight isn't very pleasant. There is a broken price of glass in my foot and it's covered in blood. This has got to be a joke.

He desnt touch it but looks back at me with calm eyes.

"Does it hurt? Can you walk?"

I shake my head " I don't know of I can walk, it hurts a lot" I say as I feel a tear slide down my cheek. I really don't want him to see me crying but I can't help myself.

He looks to the chair on his left and then to my foot and back at me.

He bites his lower lip and looks me in the eye.

"Look, we need to get the glass out of your foot and I need you to sit somewhere higher." He sighs like he's nervous and makes me nervous

"Can I carry you to that couch?"

I stare at him blankly... My foot hurts so much and I guess there isn't exactly another way so I guess yeah.

I nod and the corner of his mouth moves a bit upwards. I'm still freezing and my foot hurts like hell, and now I'm letting Harry carry me, this has got to be a dream or something