The Journalist

Chapter Two

When I woke up I was in a hospital room. I looked around trying to get my bearings. There was glass around the door allowing me to see outside into a busy hallway. The man who had saved me was sitting in a chair in the hallway writing in what looked like a leather bound journal. He looked up as a nurse walked by and watched her as she came into my room.

"Hello." She said cheerfully.

"Hello."

"You got quite a bump on your head, but other than that you're free to go." 

She took a small light out of her pocket and looked into my eyes. 

"If you have any headaches or dizziness make sure you contact a doctor immediately." 

She handed me my clothes and drew the curtains around the bed as she left. 

I got dressed and then went out into the hall. The man looked up and smiled when he saw me. He put the journal in a pocket inside his coat and stood. I suddenly felt self conscious in my shorts and t-shirt still slightly wet with sweat. I combed a hand through my messy hair.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Yes. Thank you for doing what you did, I'd be a pancake by now if it weren't for you." Stop babbling Emma I told myself. 

He smiled. "I see you have both your shoes." 

I looked down and turned pink when I remembered what I had said.

"I don't think I introduced myself." I said changing the subject. "I'm Emma Knightly." I said extending my hand.

"I'm Harry." He said, "Harry Styles." He shook my hand he seemed to be waiting for a response and smiled when he didn't get it.

"Can I buy you a coffee or something?" I asked feeling obligated to at least do something.

"I'd like that." He said. "I'd like that very much."