Lovestruck

Chapter 6

"Hello, can you hear me? You've been gone for quite some time now." My eyes shot open and my body froze into shock. Above me stood a man with curly, dark hair. Well, he wasn't really a man, he was about my age. His eyes were green and his lips carried a touch of light pink. He smiled at me with slightly insecure lip-movements. I was waiting for him to say something but it turned out to be me who became the spokesman of the conversation.

"Where am I? And who are you?" My mind couldn't hold up to the fact that I was lying in a room with all white walls and two windows on my left side. I found myself in a bed surrounded by doctors and this young man.

A young man.

That young man.

"I know who you are." The words fell out my mouth as if I had figured out the answer to all the question in the world. I only had one answer resting in my mouth though, but a quite damn important one.

Suddenly the fact hit me. The fact of who this man was.

"You almost killed me!" I shouted at him with dreadful eyes, and out of a sudden they started pouring water that glided down my cheek, all the way down to the white bed sheet where I was lying.

"What are you doing here? Get away from me you murderer!" (Well, almost a murderer)

I was torn up inside with nothing but confusion twisting my head in every possible way.

"Why don't you speak?" I couldn't help feeling furious inside that he stood right above me without even trying to comfort me. Not even standing up for himself, but why should he?

He did in fact almost kill me.

Due to this fact, he was one handsome lad. He had a face so sweet I couldn't help myself from smiling. Probably looking like a complete fool with a stupid expression covering my face, while being taken care of in the hospital. I had to stay there, my body was totally shattered with scratches and multiple fractures leaving my body in horrific pain. At least I had some company.

Why did he have to be so fine? I mean, it would have been so much easier if he was some elderly, ugly man, who didn't care of what he had done. Maybe that's a little too far. He should be able to say that he was the one engendering this accident. If not, I would have to kick his but. Enough mumbling. This guy wasn't some elderly non caring man. He was actually the exact opposite.

The guy in front if me was so cute and nice to me. I couldn't help feel sorry for him. Not that I had any reason to be, but I was.

I was sorry that he had nearly killed me, and I acted like a crazy bitch. At one point I wanted to give him a good old punch in the face (preferably the nuts), but after a while staring into his eyes I couldn't be mad at him anymore.

Those eyes of his.. I can't even start describing the pair of sparkling crystals. Only by looking into them I started smiling. Maybe this had something to do with me missing Beau that much. He did kind of remind me of him.

I wish he was the one standing next to me holding my hand, whispering into my ears "it's going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine. You, me, everything." The problem was; he wasn't. Beau was nowhere close to me. The only people knowing about how stupid and clumsy I was, getting myself smashed down by a car, was my family and the dude in front of me.

"How are you holding up? You seem quite confused to be honest."

Oh I look confused. That's weird. Maybe it's because you happened to smash your lovely car into me.

I wanted to say exactly how I felt to him, but I figured that sounded better in my own mind them it would if I said it out loud.

"I'm fine. Thanks for sticking around and looking after me."

"That's the least I could do. I'm so relieved you're feeling better. I have been right by your side since the moment you and my car had a small party together."

So he's some comedian as well. That's nice. Well, almost dying is actually not that funny in my opinion.

"Seriously? You didn't need to do that. It seems to be like the hospital has got this handled. You can go if you have more important places to be. I'm okey." I said with a slight smirk amusement in my voice. I did want him to stay though. It was nice to have some other company then my family.

"No I want to stay right here until I see you up on your feet again! What's your name by the way?" His eyes lid while asking me this question. He was playing with his own hands like he was nervous for some reason. Again, he should be. He freakin almost killed me. That's not that easy to forgive even if you're the most handsome dude in the world.

"Well then, I guess you'll be hanging around for some time. My name is Emily. Very special, I know."

I acted quite sarcastic as I knew my name was one of a million, or plenty millions, out there. I wasn't special, just another stupid teenage girl in this big world. At that point I felt even less important. My body was screaming from the pain it was in, and my mind wanted to kiss this boy so much, it seriously acted like a crazy brain. I was completely confused but at the same time amused by the boy besides me. That was the problem of this situation.

"That's a pretty name you got there. I think it's quite unique actually." Again, what a comedian.

"My name isn't nearly as unique as yours. People call me Harry. Harry Styles.