closer // harry styles

Chapter 69

Chapter 69

"Wait!" I yelled to one of the police officers before they sped off. I ran over to the car he was in, and he rolled down his window.

"Yes, miss?" He asked, and looked up at me.

"May I use your phone?" I pleaded.

"You were the cause of this wreck, weren't you?"

"Yes." I sighed, knowing I couldn't lie my way through this one.

"Well, I won't do much, it's up to the driver if he wants to press charges... if he makes it." He added, and my heart sunk.

"May I please use your phone?!" I basically demanded.

"Why?" He challenged.

"Because I knew that man, and I need to call someone!"

He rolled his eyes, and handed me a phone. I quickly typed in Harry's number, and he picked up on the third ring.

"Um, hello?" He asked, obviously confused at the number.

"Harry it's me." I caught my breath.

"Ariana! Where are you? What's wrong, are you okay?"

"I need you to meet me at the hospital." I ignored all of his questions.

"The h... hospital?" He repeated. "Ariana, what the fuck! What did you-"

"Just meet me at the damn hospital!" I yelled, and hung up. I handed the officer back his phone, and then realized that I didn't have a car.

"Can I catch a ride?" I asked, and he rolled his eyes again, but told me to get in the back. I obeyed, and he sped off, towards the hospital.

I'll admit, it was a little intimidating riding in the back of a cop car. Even though I did nothing wrong, I... actually that's a lie, I definitely did something wrong.

"Here you go." He said, and I quickly thanked him and got out of the car.

"Ariana?" Harry saw me just as the cop car pulled away.

"It's not what it looks like." I sighed, and started walking inside.

"Then what is it?" He frantically asked.

"Something happened and he gave me a ride." I explained.

"He?"

"Please, now is not a good time to start with the jealousy." I huffed and took his phone from his hands. I quickly texted the other boys, and gave it back to him. He didn't even look phased by my action.

"So would you like to explain what the hell is going on here?" He asked, and I clicked the elevator button, and closed the doors behind us.

"Liam's hurt."

"Liam? Why the fuck were you with Liam?" He asked, his eyes widening.

"I wasn't!" I yelled, and he stepped back. "God, sorry. I was walking... and I stepped in front of his car but I didn't know it was him, and the car behind him-"

"Wait, slow down." He shook his hands in front of his face. "You stepped in front of a car?"

"Yes." I looked away and stepped off the elevator.

"Why?" Harry followed me down the hall.

"Because." I knew he wouldn't like my answer.

"You tried to kill yourself, again?" His eyes got sad, and droopy.

"Yes." I muttered, but it was barely audible.

"Why?" He asked again, and took my wrist in his hand so I would stop walking.