Crown Jules (One Direction Fan Fic)

Hospitals,Hospitals,Hospitals..

 I woke up the next morning to a knock on my door.

“Coming.” I called weakly. I clenched my teeth as I got up, thinking that there was something deeply wrong with my ribs. They heal though right? I decided to just let them heal, not liking hospitals. I gingerly made my way to the door and quickly wiped the pain off my face before I opened it. Only to see Harry. Aw shit. I checked my watch, 11:01.

“You forgot didn't you.” He accused, gesturing to my pajamas and wild hair.

“I never agreed to go in the first place. Besides, I overslept. I don't forget things.” I muttered defensively. I turned around and walked back into the room, grabbing some jeans and a one shouldered gray cashmere sweater. I walked into the bathroom after telling Harry to make himself at home and warning him not to touch anything. I took one of my 2 minute showers and got ready, leaving my hair down to dry. I don't wear make up so that was something i didn't need to worry about. Before pulling on the shirt/sweater i inspected my right side ribs. They were a blue purple and hurt like hell, but i still walked out five minutes later freshly scrubbed. I looked around and saw him sitting on my bed, looking through my sketchbook.

“Hey!” I shouted snatching the book out of his hands, “I TOLD you not to TOUCH anything!” I shoved it into one of my drawers and twirled to face him. He had his hands up as if he was trying to protect himself from me.

“Your really good.” He said.

“My sketchpad is like my diary, you have NO right.” I snarled.

“ Sorry! I saw it and it was open and it's good! I'm SORRY!” He exclaimed. I sighed and grabbed my phone and wallet, tucking them into my beloved trench coat I followed him as he walked out the door. I slid into the passengers side of the car and he drove off.

“Am I forgiven?” Harry said after a little while.

“For now.” I said. We sat in silence for a while.

“So.. whats your favorite color?”

“My favorite color?” I asked.

“I want to get to know you.”

“Green, or orange, or gray, or a bunch a others. Probably orange or gray.” I answered. “You?”

“Orange. Cats or dogs?”

“Cats.” He smiled at my answers, I could only assume he was a cat person as well. This went on for a while, Harry asking me rudimentary things and me answering. I asked him a few questions but just a few. We pulled up in front of a building and Harry parked. I was beginning to like him, he made me laugh. We got out of the car and walked to the door. Just before I stepped inside Harry grabbed my arm,

“Why didn't you really ask me any questions. Don't you want to get to know me?At all?” He asked quietly.

“ Honestly? I don't see a point, I don't think you'll stick around long enough for it to matter.” I answered just as quietly. He let go and turned away, he looked hurt and I felt bad. It's true though, he's Harry freaking Styles. We walked inside and went up to his friends flat.

“What friend is this again?” I whispered when we were standing in front of the flat.

“Hmm? Oh my friend Louis, I live with him as well, so technically i'm bringing you home.” He answered. I smiled at him quickly. Harry opened the door and I followed him in. We stood in a small entrance way. Through the arch I could see the living room but not the kitchen. The flat's large, with a wide living room space when you walked in that connected to an open kitchen. I could see a hallway straight ahead. But mostly my attention was focused on the floor to ceiling window that spanned almost the entire living room wall. Only the wall right across from me had a strip of wall about 3 feet tall with a couch in front of it. God what a view. I snapped back to reality to see Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Louis jump up off the large cream colored couch and the floor where they been sitting, staring mindlessly at the large plasma on the stand in front of them. Louis dashed over and wrapped me in a hug.