Protected [Harry Styles - AU]

chapter 21

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Skye's POV

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I had gotten the news that I would be discharged, and Harry left to get me a wheelchair. I was going to be staying in his dorm room for a while until I started getting better.

Surprisingly, my mom didn't completely lose her shit after my step-dad talked to her. She was just happy that I was okay.

She wanted to talk to me before she left, so she sat down next to me on the bed. "Skye. I know you hate talking about this, but I don't know this boy at all. Is he anything like your-" her voice got really quiet, "your father?" Her face had dropped, sadness and regret had taken over her facial expression.

I grabbed her hand and actually smiled, "Harry is nothing like him. Mom, Harry means so much to me. He makes me happy and I love him. Not an innocent and vulnerable love, a passionate and mature love. True love."

Her face softened and as if on cue, Harry walked into the room.

My mom actually smiled toward Harry. He was taken aback by the gesture but seemed genuinely pleased.

"You ready, babe?" he asked.

"Yup," I said popping the p.

He carried me bridal style to the wheelchair and nodded at my mom who shot him a teary smile.

He wheeled my down the hall then out the building to Louis' car. Louis was waiting in the car and when he saw Harry and I, he jumped out of the vehicle.

"Oh thank god you're okay, we were so worried!" Louis said and pulled me into a gentle hug, being careful to not hurt me, while I was slowly making my way into the black car.

"Thank you so much, Lou," I kissed his cheek then maneuvered myself into the car.

I laid my head on the window and fell asleep on the ride back to Harry's dorm
room. I woke up from the motion of the car coming to a stop in front of the dormitory.

Harry picked me up, bridal style, as always, and carried me up the many flights of stairs until we reached the dorm. All I could think about was how happy I was that Harry was doing this for me. That Harry cares enough about me to do this. I love him and I'm proud that he loves me back.

We finally reached the room and he pulled out his key, "Ahh so you're remembering your key now?" I smiled at how he used to always forget them when we were living together.

"Yes, I am." he gently kissed my forehead while he walked through the doorway.

He set me down on his bed. I was still dressed in a hopsital gown along with bandages, casts, and slings all over my body so I assumed I looked pretty rough.

He walked back into the room with a duffel bag in hand, "Perrie dropped this bag off with some clothes and other stuff, if you need it," he weakly smiled. Is he okay?

"Babe, are you alright?" he looked pale, nervous, and definitely not normal. I shot him a concerned look and he tried to smile back but it was awkward and forced

"Harry, what is going on?" this was starting to freak me out. Harry rarely ever got anxious.

He sat down next to me on the bed, "I need to tell you something about the accident. Okay?" he quietly asked and I nodded my head, "I should have told you this right when I saw you in the hospital but I didn't want to worry you, and-"