Chapter 3
I wake up. I'm in a bed, not my normal bed. I sit up suddenly and look around. Harry must've been reading my mind. "You're in the Hospital" He explains to me. He tells me I passed out. Then I woke up, started to walk and passed out again. He explains how I hit my head and got a concussion. No wonder why I don't remember any of this. I just lay back. Harry takes my hand. He holds it tight. As if this is the last time he'll ever hold it. I just realized everyone else is there, too. They just sit there and stare at me. "What? You're looking at me like I just tried to kill myself" I say. I say that a lot bitcher than I meant to. "Well, I mean-" suddenly Liam's hand is over Niall's mouth. I just close my eyes. Now I'm gonna be made fun of for this. I just silently cry to myself. Harry wipes the tears away and kisses me. I've had enough of this. Harry's had enough of this. The boys have had enough of this.
