I'm Your's (Zoella Sugg and Harry Styles)

chapter eighteen

Harry's POV

"Are you sure you're ready to come home today?" Zoe asked as she stood at the foot of my hospital bed, nervously tapping her fingers in a repetitive tune. I gave her a confused look.

"It's just that... it wouldn't hurt to stay an extra day." She said with caring eyes. "Just to make sure you are feeling well enough."

I took her hands in mine. "You don't need to worry about me." I reassured her, "I'm feeling much better than I look."

What a perfect example of me lying right through my teeth. I hated lying to Zoe, but I just wanted to get out of there. Being in the hospital made me feel helpless. Plus, it didn't help having Zoe with me every second of every day. I obviously appreciate all that she does for me, but I really need to be on my own for a while. I need to care for myself. It feels as if I haven't gotten more than three minutes to myself over those four week. Who likes hospitals anyways?

"Well, you're not well enough to walk yet." She stated as she rolled a wheelchair over to my bedside. She wheeled it around, showing it off as if I should be excited. "At least you can use this...cool right?"

"I don't need that." I boasted. I attempted to stand just to prove my point, but an acute pain in my side stopped me. I sat back onto the bed immediately. These bloody stitches where driving me mad. I looked at the wheelchair defeated and allowed Zoe to help me sit down.

Zoe's POV

I pull my car into the parking garage of Harry's building. Looking nervously at Harry, who was sleeping in the passenger seat. He's certainly not able to walk and we didn't bring the wheelchair from the hospital. Hopefully, Alfie and Joe willd be here with one, but not for another 10 minutes or so. I get out of the car and go around the side to open Harry's door.

"Harry... Harry, babe." I say in a low whisper as I gently shake his knee to wake him up. He gasps in a short breath as his eyes fluttered open. He smiled sheepishly as he looks up at me.

"Hi." He says groggily as he sits up.

"Are you okay to walk?" I ask. Without warning he stands up slowly and begins to walk long the side of his car.

"Harry!" I say in a surprised tone. "You don't need any help?"

"I'm fine, I'm okay." He reassures me, but he suddenly stops to lean against the parked car. I hurry over to him and immediately kneel by his side, "Harry, what's wrong?" But I know what's wrong, his breathing was heavy and his brown curls were moistened with sweat. "Harry you're not possibly strong enough to walk yet."

He clenches his jaw with frustration, and then slowly nods. "I know," he snaps fiercely, "I just want to at least be able to get to my own flat without needing help."

This doesn't sound like Harry. He seems ungrateful. Like he doesn't appreciate what I have given up for these several weeks.

"What does that mean?" I ask, feeling hurt.

Harry looked up at me with an unapologetic look on his face. A familiar looking car pulled up next to us before he could say a word.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Joe calls out of the passenger window as Alfie parks the car and and steps out. Harry looks at the ground.

"Harry just needs some help getting up to the flat." I say in a calm manner, though I am still thinking of Harry's outburst just a minute ago.

In no time Joe is out of the car and at his side.

"Alright, I've got you." Joe says as he put Harry's good arm around his shoulder. Then without hesitation, Alfie and Joe both took on the weight of the pain from Harry's injuries and helped him to the lift.

Harry's POV

SURPRISE was the first thing I hear once I enter my flat. Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn are waiting for me with large hugs. Immediately they begin talking, and asking questions at one hundred miles per minute.

Niall chimes in first, running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, "Sorry we didn't come to visit you, mate."
The other boys follow his example apologizing for their individual reasons, that must have been a somewhat group decision "Yeah, the paps and everything would have been too much.", "Plus we had a shitload of interviews. They were really interested in what happened."

            I nod, trying to stand tall, but I cannot help but lean on the wall for support. It must be obvious that the simple act of standing made me weary so Liam and Zayn both lead me to the couch.

"So what have I missed?" I question. They all fill me in on the ridiculous assumptions about what happened to me. Everyone thinks I died, which isn't surprising since that rumor has made its way around many times before. The concert was rescheduled to later in the year so the other boys took a much needed break, and later on they were basically demanded to do a bunch of interviews. Our publicists were freaking out with all of these rumors and magazines wanting to get the answers. After a couple of hours, the boys left.

I am sat on the couch under a blanket when I see Zoe freshly changed into her pajamas come out of the bedroom with a troubled look on her face. "When we were talking in the garage... what did you mean?"

"I don't know. I just feel kind of, kind of helpless." Zoe looks puzzled. I sigh with frustration of having to explain myself, she really does not get it does she. " I need some privacy. I need people to stop doing everything for me."

Zoe stays quiet for a moment, thinking of what she should say. She looked at the floor. "You know I can't just leave you here, right?" She says finally.

  I finally blurt all of these emotions out in an annoyed tangent. "I feel so responsible for this, Zoe. You and so many other people have put your lives and jobs on hold for me and I can't take it anymore! Do you understand?

            Suddenly she was full of annoyance. "You know my brother was in the accident too. I am sorry to burst your bubble, Harry, but the world doesn't revolve around you. I was so scared and angry that I could lose you or Joe at any given moment! I've been holding all of this crap in, and you haven't asked me once if I was okay." Then, her yelling stopped, and she broke down into tears. "I'm not okay."