You & I (BP Sequel) Harry Styles Love Story

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I WAS LISTENING TO PHOTOGRAPH AND BLOODSTREAM FROM ED SHEERAN WHILE WRITING THIS, SO IF YOU WANT TO YOU CAN.

RACHELS POV:

I slowly opened my heavy eyelids. All i could see was white. Where was I? I looked to my side and saw a small couch facing a tv, with a window next to it. All the walls were white as i looked around the room. I saw machines near me and saw wires coming out from them, conected to me. I looked to my other side and saw two chairs pulled up, like two people were sitting there, but not anymore. I must be in a hospital. I mean i dont think Thomas redecorated the house. I looked down and saw i was dressed in one of those night gowns the hospital gives you. I saw my wrists were covered with white bandages. My cuts. They saw them. I pulled the cover away from my stomach and raised the night grown. Bandages were over my cuts on my thighs and hips. But also another bandage. One on my lower gut. What happened? Why am I here? How long have i been here? I pulled the night grown back down and the cover back over me before trying to sit up, but i was to weak. I couldnt. I laid down facing the ceiling trying to figure out why im here and why i have a bandage on my lower gut. 

A couple minutes went past when the door to my room opened. In came a girl around my age. She had dark red hair and a pretty face. Very pretty at that. She was probably a little taller than me. I probably looked weird just looking at her but i didnt know who she was. She didnt work here ether because she didnt have a uniform or a name tag. 

"Oh my gosh, Hey, You must be Rachel. Your awake. Wow." She rambled and chuckled at the end. "Sorry you probably wondering who i am? I'm Phoebe, Harrys girlfriend" 

Girlfriend. 

Harry had a girlfriend. 

Wow. 

"His going to be so happy that your awake, gosh, ill go get him and a doctor." 

"Wait!" I said before she could run off. The first time ive spoken since i woke up. 

"Yea?" She said turning round.

"Do you know why im here?" I asked 

"Errr, yea. You had an accident"

"What kind of accident? I mean why do i have a bandage on my lower gut?" I asked the questions ive been wanting to know. 

"Errr, an accident in the kitchen. Thats how you got that bandage. You stabbed yourself in the gut. You passed out from the lost of blood. Thomas, your husband, brought you here yesterday. Filled everyone in on what happened." Phoebe said looking at me weirdly now, like i had anmesia or something. Which i kinda did. 

"Oh thank you" I said and she nodded before running off. 

It all hit me. Harry. Coming round and telling Thomas he was here. Thomas acting weird. Thomas beating me. Thomas going to the draw. Walking towards me with a smirk as he held a knife in his hand. The knife dragging along my chin and neck. The fear running though me. The fear of dying. The fear of not seeing anyone anymore. The fear of finally going away. The knife stabbing into my gut. Me begging Thomas to help me. The last thing i remember before i blacked out was Thomas on the phone. He must of called the ambulance. But he lied. He told everyone it was my fault. That i had an accident in the kitchen. I mean i know im clumsy but not that clumsy to stab my self. Does everyone believe him? I mean it doenst make sense. If i had an accident with a knife i would cut my finger or something, not my lower gut. How could anyone believe that? 

I was now sitting up looking at the white wall in front of me. What was happening? What was taking Phoebe so long to get someone? Why was she here? Does that mean Harrys here? Why would Harry bring her? I didnt even know Harry had a girlfriend. How long had they been together? How long had they know each other? Oh my god i need to stop thinking.