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how would the world taste

Most times when I wake up it's because of the clashing of bells ringing through my ears from my phone. Also it can be from the bangs on my bedroom door from our ancient maid yelling at me in an unknown language to get out of my "cave" so she can wash my sheets.

But this morning, this was a new one.

I was awoken to the soung of yelling, sobbing, crys of newborns, and the beaping of a heart machine. Only one place can have all of these wonderful sounds mixed together.

The hospital.

I almost dread to open my eyes to hear the news of why I'm in here. But in the end I know I must. I open my eyes only to see my brother Will passed out on a chair next to the papery sheets of the thin hospital bed. Honestly I want to cry of joy as I see my muscular brother cramped up on the maroon wooden chair. First I haven't seen him in at least a year. Second I'm just glad its not any of my other family members.

As I open my mouth to call Will's name I hear the door to the hospital room open. I immeadtly shut my eyes and calm my breathing, just incase it's one of the other members of what you can call my family.

"Get the fuck up." I hear an unfamiliar husky british accent rumble through the small and humid room. I hear some shuffling from the area were my brother was sleeping, he must be waking up.

"What do you want." the croaky and annoyed morning voice of my brother comes out.

"Just making she's not dead or something, wouldn't want a pretty girl like her leaving us." The voice speaks again.

"Just get the fuck out asshole." my brother snarls.

"No thankyou? I did save the girl. Hit her nogin pretty hard."

"I'll tell you ome more time, leave now."

"Oh come on, I just found out the girl exists, I'm allowed to be a little excited."

"I said get the hell out before I shoot out your brains."

"Be careful with your words, they always come back to bight." I hear before the door slams shut, I open my eyes only to catch a small glimpse of the back of a tall man in tight jeans.

I look over to see my brother rubbing his hands down his tired face and letting out a huff of air through his nose before finally looking up at me.

"Finally your awake, how to you feel? What hurts? I heard you had a pretty big fall." My worried brother shoots out millions of questions at me.

"I'm fine." Is all I can mamage to croak out of my dry mouth.

"That's good, Fichard and Cèline are somewere in Greece so here I am!" Will says.

I grow to like how he called our mother and father by their first names instead of like a family.

"Who were you talking to?" I finally ask. Will's face drops into a worry look.

"You heard that?" He asks his face pale.

"Oh no I just heard the door close and saw a man or something, then I woke up." I lie

"He's the guy who found you, proper asshole if I say so myself." Will says.

"Oh okay, erm whats his name?"

"Adeline no, he's bad news you shouldn't even know about him."

"Relax I just want to know his name, not for his hand in marrige. He did help me." I say sarcasticly giving him and eye roll.

"It's Harry, Harry Styles." he spits out.