When He's Gone. (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Eleven ~

Leah's POV

I sigh. They really couldn't take their eyes off Harry's relationships or the fact that he seemed like a player to him. They didn't know him, and they didn't know me so that sure as hell doesn't give them the right to talk about either of us to be published to the world. What the hell happened to privacy, jeez.

Padding across the floor to the kitchen I grab the loaf of bread, putting two pieces into the toaster. I rest my back against the counter and see a lump under the duvet on the couch. Wait was that Niall? Walking over, I pull the covers back and see him curled up in a ball as though he was trying to fit onto the peculiarly small sofa.

I know we fought last night, and I told him not to treat me like a child but he didn't have to sleep on the couch just so that I could be alone. I guess it really was sweet of him, but we needed to talk. Just as I was about the wake him the toast popped up and I groan going over to butter it and put it onto a plate. I spread some jam over the top and take a bite as I sit on the other small sofa across from Niall. Putting the plate down, I call Niall's name and he stirs in his sleep. He looks so adorable, yet amazingly toned at the same time. He really wasn't the shy, young boy be used to be. He had grown up... And puberty had done him bloody good.

"Having fun staring at me?" He smirks. I didn't even see him open his eyes, wait I didn't even realise I was staring. I blush and bite my lip, looking away. He sits up slightly- topless might I add. I was supposed to be mad at him, not stare at his half naked body and melt.

"I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to treat you like a child but I just care about you Leah, I was really worried something had happened to you" he frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. My lips from a small, tight line.

"I, uh, I'm sorry too, I guess I overreacted. I just hate being told what to do. Where to go, and I really don't know how you cope with it...especially being famous and all" he nods, and joins me on the sofa I'm situated on.

"Look Leah, I really like you, love you even. I just don't want anything to happen to you, I want to be the one to protect you, but even I can see that you love Harry deep down. Whether you know it or not" he smiles, kissing my forehead as I lean my head down onto his shoulder.

"Ni, you don't understand, I don't love Harry I love-" I begin to say but am interrupted by his phone ringing. I look to him with parted lips from the words unsaid. He didn't know what I was going to say, and maybe never would. He was deep in conversation, before he gets up grabbing a top pulling it over his head and a jacket. He hands up the phone and looks at me.

"Harry's in hospital". Those three words get my heart racing and I grab my ugh boot slippers, and my black leather jacket, following Niall as we rush out of the hotel suite, through the back doors into his car.

"Do you know what happened?" I ask urgently, pressing the subject as Niall starts up the car and we speed to the hospital.

"Yesterday at the interview when he walked off, he punched a wall. And the pain never went. He's broken his hand, and needs someone to go see him because he might need surgery" Niall explains. What?! Harry might need surgery because of mine and Niall's relationship. Woah, okay now this is way out of hand.