Golden Heart n.s

48. Snobbish Twats

9:04 AM (after the run and coffee with Niall)

HARRY

"Gemma!" I call out, my loud voice echoing throughout the hallway of the hospital. I ignore the glares of the nurses and other visitors, before starting to jog towards my sister.

She whips her head at my voice, standing up from her spot on the chairs.

"Harry," she surprises me by engulfing me in a tight hug.

"What happened exactly?" I ask, patting her back gently.

"Mum... she wanted to call y-you to..." a cry leaves her lips. "Niall, he-" another sob.

My body tenses up slightly at the mention of Niall. Worry and paranoia starts filling me. Did something happen to him?

"Calm down, Gem. Deep breaths." I say soothingly, even though I myself am freaking out. What has Niall got to do with mum getting warded in the hospital.

She takes a deep breath to calm herself down as much as possible. "Niall, his father is having some dinner a-at his place tonight.." she starts off, and I nod, already knowing this.

"Yeah, he told me. What about it, Gem?" I ask as calmly as I could, slowly starting to lose patience.

"One of the guests are supposed to be us. Our family. Most importantly, Ed is there.. with Niall." She says, her voice a lot more coherent now.

My blood boils at the thought of Ed even being in a metres radius next to Niall.

"And Mum... she just found out and wanted to tell you about it, you know, in case you wanted to give Niall a heads up. And dad, he..." she releases a soft hiccup. "He didn't want mum to tell you, didn't even want her talking to you in general, so they got into this huge brawl, and it resulted in him hitting mum so hard she fell and hit her head on the ground."

I feel my fingers clenching into a tight fist, my blood boiling and my body heating up in anger. He hit her?!

"Family for Mrs Anne Styles?" A voice interrupts us, preventing me from storming right over to my father to bash his own head to the ground at this moment.

We look to see a middle aged man with a clip board in his hands, making his way towards us.

"That's us. We're her children." Gemma speaks up for us as I was still too busy being furious at my father.

He nods curtly, his expression unreadable. "Your mother is currently suffering from a concussion. From what you told me," he gestures over to my sister. "She hit her head quite hard on the ground. We already did a CT scan on her, and we found a rather large swell in her brain, so our team is currently preparing to perform a surgery on her to remove that swell. But, the good news is, her injury isn't anything life threatening. Currently, there's not much that can be done until the surgery is over. But, I must warn you that she might slip into a mild comma. But when she regains consciousness, she's going to feel an extreme migraine, so just don't cause her unnecessary stress and let her have her rest."

I swallow thickly at the doctor's words. Concussion. Mild comma. All because of him.

"Understood." Gemma answers softly, nodding.

The doctor gives us a tight-lipped smile. "Why don't you two take a seat or go grab a bite? It might take quite awhile. We'll call you once again when the surgery is over."

I hear Gemma asking him some questions about the surgery itself, but I can't seem to focus. All I seem to care about is the fact that my own disgrace of a father just caused his own wife to be sent the hospital, and he still has the cheek to go out there to party with my own boyfriend's father.