closer // harry styles

Chapter 77

Chapter 77

"Ms. Mortin, you're free to go." The nurse smiled down at me. I was in the hospital, and I had been here for a few hours. It was now almost one in the morning, and I had to start thinking of a good excuse to tell everyone at home about where I'd been.

"Thank you." I smiled, and she nodded before leaving the room. I pushed the white sheets off of me to the end of the bed, and swung my feet over the side. I guess I could just tell everyone that I was drinking, and I could tell the truth... minus the after part.

I walked out of the room, without looking in the mirror or anything. I knew I looked terrible, I was wearing sport shorts and a t-shirt. I quickly tucked my hair in a ponytail, not bothering to smooth out any bumps. After signing a few papers, and doing some other things, I walked out of the glass sliding doors, and realized I didn't have a ride. I didn't even bring my phone with me; or maybe I did, but if that's the case then it's in Zayn's car.

"Miss?" The sweet nurse's voice from the ambulance ride asked from behind me. "Do you need any help?" She smiled, and walked over to me.

"Yes please." I nodded. The events from these past few hours immediately came rushing through my head as I thought of the ambulance. Timothy... the way he had touched me... what he had done to me. 

"Follow me." She offered, and I shivered. Those are the exact words Timothy had said to me.

I tried to block the thoughts out, and she opened the passenger side door of her car for me to get in. I gladly did, and I gave her the directions to the bar.

"I don't think it's a good idea to go back there." She sweetly advised.

"That's where my car is." I told her. "Trust me, I'm never drinking again."

"I'm glad to hear it." She laughed and pulled out of the big parking lot.

Minutes later, we pulled into the much smaller parking lot of the bar where Zayn's car was parked.

"Thank you so much." I tried smiling, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"It was my pleasure." She grinned. "Ariana?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm... I'm so sorry about what happened."

"Thanks- but I'd prefer to not talk about it." I sighed.

"Of course." She smiled, and I shut the door. I walked through a cool breeze to his car, and got in.

"Where did I put the keys?" I asked myself, but aloud. I looked around, and then saw the glove compartment. I opened it, and took out the keys, then put them in, and started the car.

When I pulled into the driveway thirty minutes later, I started to panic. I still hadn't come up with a good enough reason as to why I was home at this time. They would ask me why I was so late. They would ask me what had happened, and if I drank. They would ask me how I had gotten home if I had dranken anything, and then scold me when they thought I was drunk driving.

I quietly and slowly opened the front door, and turned around, shutting it behind me. When I turned back around to put Zayn's keys on the counter, I nearly had a heart attack.

"Jesus." I breathed, and put my hand to my chest as I caught my breath. All of them, including Paul, were seated on the white couches in front of the tv, all staring at me.

"Ariana!" Harry jumped up, and ran over to me. Someone's no longer drunk.

"God, we were worried sick." Uncle Paul sighed.

"Where were you?" Niall asked. Here we go.

"Did you try to kill yourself again?" Harry.

"Were you drunk?" Louis.