Naive (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 37 "Flowers"

I found out that Michael was in hospital because he hit his head so hard with the ground when Harry punched him. I was feeling horrible. I knew all of this was because of me and the idea of Michael in the hospital made me feel so ashamed at the same time. I wanted to see him. I wanted to say sorry to him. Maybe I was the problem here. Maybe I shouldn’t be with Harry… but the thing is… I was the only one to blame here for playing with Michael in the first place.

That morning I woke up with the idea of visiting him at the hospital. I dressed myself very casually and grabbed my things. The hospital wasn’t that far since it was a very small town, so I just walked.

I said to Harry that I was preparing some things for the wedding instead of being here because I didn’t want to argue again.

When I walked in the hospital I went directly to the reception.

“Hello Miss, how can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m looking for Michael Hardwick” the woman that was there gave me the number of the room and walked nervously to the floor where the room was.

I waited a few minutes in front of the door just breathing deeply to calm myself down until I told myself that I needed to knock, so I just did it.

“Come in” said Becky from inside. I opened slightly the door and popped my head in the room.

“Hey” I said like saying sorry at the same time. Michael was in bed with some bandages in his head and bruises almost all over his body. He looked scary.

“What are you doing here?” said Becky standing up.

“I… I came here to see him”

“What? You think it’s still not enough or what? You’re not welcome here”

“Becky please, I didn’t know Harry-“

“Don’t act like you don’t know, don’t act like you’re not guilty” I looked at her and she had pain in her eyes, almost about to cry. I didn’t know how much pain Harry caused because of me, or to sum up best, I didn’t know how much pain I caused.

“If you want I can leave. I’m so sorry”

“Becky, let her stay” said Michael with difficulties. She turned around and looked at him.

“Fine, but the one that’s leaving it’s me” she said walking out of the room leaving Michael and I alone in the room.

I kept staring at her figure fading away while I was in shock. Then, my eyes changed to face Michael’s.

“You can come in if you want” he whispered. I nodded with my head and took a step in closing the door behind me. I then took a few more until I was next to him. I was nervous and didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“I’m sorry” it’s all I could say.

“It’s not your fault” he said immediately. I examined his bruises, which were really purple, almost dark.

“It is Michael” he held my hand and I let him although I didn’t know if that was ok or not.

“It’s not, trust me”

“I just feel terrible” I sat in the chair that was next to his bed and looked at him. He was smiling at me, like if he wasn’t in pain or anything which was really complicated if you see his body.

“Leah, I’d would kill for you too” I looked back at him with my eyes wide open.

“What do you mean?” were we on the same track again?