Fake - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 9

I wake up to the faint sound of chatter. There is a throbbing pain in the back of my head. I squint my eyes open only to be blinded by a bright, white light.

I fully sit up and find myself in a bed with tubes and bandages all over. That's when I realize I am in a hospital.

"Oh good. You're awake," says someone who seems to be a nurse as she walks into the room.

"Someone is here to see you."

The lady points to the door to my right and a tall boy with dark brown curls and emerald eyes enters the room.

"H-hey Leah," he stutters.

"Hey!" I try my best to put on a smile but it's obviously fake. Harry seems to have caught on. His shoulders slumped over and he let out a sigh.

"Ok look. We need to talk."

"Yeah, Harry I'm flattered that you want to take me with you on your tour, but it seems as if I don't know you as much as I should. And then there's my family, friends; I just can't let all of that go. I'm sorry." I look down at my hands that are rested in my lap and then up at Harry. He has a shocked and almost humorous expression on his face.

"What?" I say.

"I never said anything about you coming with me on tour. Where did you come up with that?"

"You asked me at dinner, remember?"

"Whoa when did we have dinner? I am beyond confused."

I turned to the nurse.

"That's the whole reason I'm here, right?"

"Honey, you hit your head on the steering wheel when you lost control of your car. That gave you a mild concussion and you blacked out," the nurse tries to explain.

"I was on my way to your house when I saw your car in the ditch and brought you here," Harry says.

I can't believe how stupid I am. Harry didn't even want to kiss me, let alone bring me on tour with him.

I looked to the nurse.

"When do I get out of here?"

The nurse grabbed the clip board that was sitting on the counter to the left of me. She flipped through a few papers before speaking, "Well, somehow you broke your ankle but besides that, just a few cuts and bruises."

"So, how long exactly?" I ask kind of annoyed.

"We still need to run you through some more tests, so let's say about a day or so. Just until we know exactly what we're dealing with. You hit your head pretty hard young lady."

I nod. "Yeah, I know. I had a pretty crazy dream to prove it."

Harry snorts. "Yeah, definitely."

"You know, you don't have to be rude about it. I admit I had a crazy dream. So what? And since you were in it, I would like to think of it more as a nightmare." That felt good. To let everything out. I wasn't as clever as I tried to be but I definitely got him thinking.

"And on top of that, considering all of the things that has happened since you called me that night, I don't want to have to deal with excessive pain that I can't escape because I'm all the way on the other side of the world with you."

Harry's expression went from playful to sad and disappointed in a matter of seconds. I don't feel any pity or sorrow for him. He should feel bad. Right?

I was going to apologize but the door had already swung open and shut.

I turned my head to the other side of the bed and noticed the nurse left too. I guess I'm just alone right now.

It makes sense because I do feel alone. I know I have my parents but my dad never seemed to care about what I accomplish. He just wants to know if I'm safe and then his job is done. My mom tries to take care of me but whenever I try to talk to her, she always says she is 'busy'. Tyler doesn't seem to care about me. He is only interested in making my life miserable.

I haven't talked to Morgan since the concert. Arianna moved to Ohio when summer started. Everyone else I talk to either wants something out of me or we don't even talk at all. Just a simple 'hi' or 'how have you been?'

*

*

*

I'm sitting I'm my room reading an article on my laptop. It's the same topic that Harry and the talk show host we're talking about. Me. But I noticed that there is something go didn't hear Harry say on the interview.

'I wanted to be Leah's boyfriend, but I don't know anymore. I don't want to push things too far between us but it's like things aren't far enough. Otherwise, she would be talking to me...'

I try to call Harry. Like I expected, he declined my call. I decide on texting him.

'Harry, I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. I don't know exactly why I had a sudden outburst. It's just that you confused me when you took me all of the way to the middle of nowhere, refused to kiss me, and then the next day announce on tv that I am your girlfriend. I am not a toy, Harry. You can't make me think one thing, do the exact opposite and then go back to the first. It is gonna have an effect on my emotions.'

I read the text over and over again before sending it. I look at the bottom of the speech bubble and it says 'Read at 5:42pm'. Then the bubble with the three dots appear and seconds later, the dots are replaced with words.

'It's ok. I probably deserved it. I've just been tangled up in a complicated mess and it's kind of taking a toll on our relationship that may or may not be. And I'm sorry for being so rude. When you said you don't want to go on tour with me, I was very confused. I liked the fact that you thought about us having a nice time but I was disappointed that you would have declined my offer. I'm sorry.'

'It's ok. I'm over it now,' I type back.

'Ok great. One more thing,' he asks.

'Haha, what???'

'Will you be my girlfriend???'

My heart starts racing, my palms get sweaty, and I've just barely gathered enough energy to type, 'yes' and send it.

'Ok great! You know, I was asking Siri for directions to a nearby park and I was wondering if you would like to come with me? If it's not too much trouble with your broken foot and all.'

I think for a second. Do I? I'm his girlfriend. Why wouldn't I? Well, last time he took us somewhere using Siri, we got lost and had to walk to a gas station. That probably won't happen again.

'Yeah sounds fun!!! And no. I have a broken foot not broken legs. And it's a broken ankle. Not foot. Get your facts straight Harry! Lol!'

'Sorry!!! What time should I pick you up??? Any times good for me.'

'Around 6 30 ish??? Idk.'

'Hah. Ok 6 00 it is!'

'Kay thanks Harry. Bye bby! :*'

'Bye'

When I received this last text, I couldn't help but wonder why he texted a simple 'bye' and I texted all of what I said. There he goes again with the whole 'being rude' thing. I am getting over it quicker than I thought considering the fact I am talking about Harry Styles.