“Kaylee!” I shrieked, kneeling down next to her. I cupped her cheeks in my hands. “Kaylee?” I asked, lightly slapping her cheek. She was out cold. I brushed away a few hairs at her temple to look at where the door hit her. “Great.” I muttered to myself. “She’s gonna need stiches.”
“Seriously?” A British accent said. “Oh shit.”
I looked up and saw Harry Styles staring right back at me.
