My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 48

{3 weeks later}
(Maria's POV)
"Ready to go?" James grabs the last suitcase.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I hold my 9 week belly.

It's so small yet visible. It looks like I'm bloated, or I've eaten too much.

"You've got everything, right?" I ask and James nods.

We both get into the car and I watch as all the familiar scenery goes away.

"Her injuries are surprisingly minor. Just a concussion and a sprained ankle. The baby's fine, it's a miracle." A female voice speaks.

"When is she expected to wake up?" A familiar voice. James.

"Any minute now."

"James? What happened?" I groan as I open my eyes.

"You're okay." He sighs and sits by my side before kissing my forehead.

"I would have never forgiven myself if anything had happened to you." He caresses my hair.

I realize he has a bandage on his head and his left arm is in a cast. That's when everything came back. The incoming headlights. The loud horn. The swerve. The tree. The pain. Blackness. My throat then aches.

"Water." I breathe heavily.

Everything hurts.

"Here you go." The female, a doctor hands me a glass.

"I'm doctor Gims. What's your name?" She asks.

"Maria. Maria Anderson."

"How old are you?"

"19. No-uh- 20. It's my birthday." I chuckle nervously as I sip the water, helping me feel much better.

"Happy birthday. What's the last thing you remember?"

"We were at the hospital. Then James was taking me somewhere to celebrate my birthday. He swerved to avoid a car and hit a tree."

"That's great. There seems to be zero memory loss. We'll keep you overnight for observation and then you'll be free to go."

"Thank you, Doctor." James smiles and she leaves.

"Are you okay?" I ask touching the bandage on his head.

"My head hit the steering wheel, but I'm good." He smiles little.

"And the arm."

"Impact as well." He chuckles nervously.

He then kisses my forehead again before getting up and sitting on the chair next to the bed.

"I'm really glad you're okay. I couldn't bear holding the responsibility of anything happening to you." He makes me smile.

He then sighs and takes out his phone.

"I guess I have to call and inform the gang, huh?"

"Wait!" I say.

"What?"

"Don't tell anyone anything. Just...wait."

"You're worrying me."

"I've been thinking about this a while. I just haven't had the opportunity."