Mistaken [Harry Styles Love Story]

Chapter 11

*Phew* Long Chapter. In this chapter we shall see Alex's soft-spot for Harry(;

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Alex POV

Harry Styles loves me.

That thought kept on going around in my head as I lay on my bed reading. I can't even concentrate on my reading. In fact, I can't concentrate on anything. I can't eat well, I can't sleep well. Whenever I close my eyes I see him and his curly locks along with those sparkling green eyes. What's wrong with me?

I tried to go back to my reading, but then I heard a scream. It was Harry.

I rushed downstairs. I searched in the living, he wasn't there.

"Harry! Harry?! What happened? Where are you?" I shouted.

He started moaning, and crying. he sounded like he was in the kitchen

"Harry?" I called out as I saw him on the kitchen floor, holding his hand and wailing.

"Oh my gosh, Harry how did this...what..?" I was speechless. I can't talk. I was staring down at Harry's hand which was no longer white. It was burnt. It was entirely red, and the skin was beginning to peel off. Oh god.

I took his hand in mine and examined his hand.

"It's okay," he said, "Just a little burnt."

"You almost set your hand on fire, Harry," I said.

I helped him stand up, he was in a really bad shape. l helped him lean forward into the sink and put some ice cold water on it.

"Ow. Ow, ow," Harry kept on saying.

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. Only, if I hadn't told you to cook..." I said.

"No, I was...ow...a bit...ow....irresponsible too."

I took him to the living, wrapping his hand in a cloth.

"Where's the First-Aid kit?" I asked Harry.

"I really don't think I-" he started.

"First-Aid kit!" I interrupted him.

He pointed to a drawer near the dinning. I went and fetched it and came back to Harry who was sitting on the couch holding his burnt hand with his free hand. I took his burnt hand in mine and started applying some anti-bacterial stuff on cotton. I patted the cotton on his hand. He winced.

"Okay, this will only hurt a bit in the beginning, but I can assure you it will feel better after a while." I said as I looked in those green eyes. "I'm so sorry, this is entirely my fault..."

I looked down on the floor and started sobbing.

"Hey...hey, no its not," Harry said as he pulled my chin up. "Well, this just proves that Harry Styles can't cook, huh?"

I smiled, and I threw my hands around him.

"I'm so sorry," I sobbed even harder in his neck. "I'm so sorry."

He patted my head with his hands and hugged me back even tighter.

"No, I'm sorry, for everything," he said breaking apart. "Let's be friends again? Please?"

He extended his arm out. I nodded and shook his hand.

I had totally forgotten about his hand-

"Shit, your hand," I said realizing it was uncovered. "Um..let me bandage it."