Wet in The Library

Chapter 12

Authors Note: Hi! So in this chapter I switch parts, so you will also see Harry’s point of view. Im sorry if the last few chapters have been confusing. Anyway, here is chapter 12, enjoy! Xxxx Sky

Harry’s Part:

I smiled at the camera, leaning comfortably against the green screen. “Good, that’s perfect, right there.” The photographer said, snapping various pictures.

“Harry I just got a message from Victoria!” Zayn screamed from his spot on the side. I waved at the camera man, motioning that I would be right back. “What did she say?” I asked, curious.

“Daisy is in the hospital!” He said, panic pasted across his face. I started shaking. “What happened to her?” I asked, steadying myself. “She didn’t say.” Zayn said, biting his lip. “What do I do?” I asked, running my hands through my curls.

“Be the hero!” Louis said, patting my back. “Wait what!” I asked, my mind spinning. “Go to the hospital and be with her.” Louis said, raising his voice. “You guys don’t need me here?” I asked. The boys shook their heads, “No it will be fine!” Niall said, smiling at me. “Go get your girl!” Liam yelled. I nodded, “Now?” I asked, everything was happening to fast. “Yes now.” Louis said.

I had our driver take me back to our hotel. I quickly grabbed my suitcase, knowing I wouldn’t be coming back to Australia since the boys were only going to be there a few more days. I was dropped of at the airport, were I bought a one way ticket to Chicago. I was terrified the whole way there. I had a feeling Daisy was mad at me since I had hung up on her after she said ‘I love you.’

I don’t know what had gotten into me, I just wasn’t ready for those words. When the plane finally landed I practically pushed people down as I ran off. I sat down on a bench, realizing I have no idea were Daisy is. I called Zayn and he quickly gave me Victoria’s number.

“Hi.” I said when she answered the phone. “Hi so why are you calling me?” She answered, sounding rather frazzled. “Umm I am in Chicago to see Daisy, but I don’t know what hospital she is at.” I said, taking a deep breath. “Oh.” She said. “That’s romantic.” She giggled. “She is at the same one her father was at.” She said. Oh of course, I thought to myself. “Ok thanks a lot.” I said, hanging up.

I waved down a taxi. “Your Harry Styles aren’t you?” The tattooed lady driving the taxi asked. “Yes I am, now can you take me to the Chicago Hospital?” I asked, not in the mood for being recognized. “Of course.” She said, pulling away from the airport parking lot. We drove for about ten minutes, she then quickly pulled up to the hospital. I paid her before running into the building.

“How can I help you?” The lady at the front desk asked, giving me a funny look. “I’m looking for a girl named Daisy?” I asked, realizing I don’t even know her last name. She poked some digits into her computer. “She is in room 210.” She said. “Thank you.” I said, jumping into a elevator. I forced myself to breath as I stepped out into the hallway. I counted the numbers until I stood in front of her door. I knocked, putting my hands behind my back.

“Hello.” A lady in a white nurse outfit said, opening the door. “I’m here to see Daisy.” I said. She looked behind her, then nodded her head. “That’s fine, she is only aloud one visitor at a time so your in luck.” She said, smiling. “Where are her parents?” I asked. “They just went home for the night.” She said. I nodded, stepping into the room. I looked down too see her sleeping. Or was she.. I thought, sitting down in a chair beside her. “What happened?” I asked the nurse. “She was assaulted while walking down the street.” She said, a frown on her face. I felt pain flow through my body. “What was the damage?” I asked, reaching for Daisy’s limp hand. “She broke two ribs, and her left arm.” She said, walking towards me. I nodded, noticing the cast on her arm. How could someone to this to her? She is no innocent, so sweet.

“Can I have some time alone with her?” I asked. “Of course.” the nurse said, leaving the room. I suddenly felt something wet hit my cheek. I wiped it away, realizing it was a tear, and it was mine. I ran my hand across her face, “I love you too.”