Little Things (H. S AU)

04. Hospitals and Hailing Cabs

Hannah's POV

"Harry! YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM! STOP!!" I screamed, trying to get the boy's attention. I stalked over to him and put my face in front of his fist, right before he hit James again. He immediatley lowered his hand and mine went to cup his jaw to bring his face to look to mine.

"Harry, please calm down." I told him, shakily. His anger was replaced quickly, with an emotion that I could not decipher. "There are too many people here. Please. It's fine, honestly. I'm okay." Not. I am a mess, but Harry didn't need to know that.

"NO! I saw that. He just fucking slapped you, I couldn't stand it. why are you okay with this. He doesn't deserve you." He yelled, his voice cracking at the end. I could tell by his bloodshot eyes, that he had been crying. Not just any crying, it was out of anger. He had gotten so mad, it brought tears to eyes.

I sighed, "Harry, let's go. You're a mess." I looked back at James, and just because I could, I gave him a swift kick to the side.

"Hannah, you are completley contridicting yourself by telling me to stop hurting him, then kicking him." Harry laughed beside me.

"I have the right, he just told me I was his way to get free sex, shut the fuck up." I laughed through the tears.

Because that's what Harry Styles does, he gets you through the pain, even if he can't get through it himself.

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(THE NEXT MORNING)

I woke up, groggily, in my best friend's room with two advil tablets and a glass of water. Thank you, NIc. After taking the pills, I slowly got up, making sure I didn't fall over from the dizziness, and made my way into the bathroom. Once I was in there, I looked into the mirror and almost gagged. My hair was sticking up in so many places and my eyes were puffy and red from crying. I looked hideous.

I got ready for the day by doing my makeup and brushing and straightening my hair. With one last glance in the mirror, I made my way downstairs to Nicole's kitchen, where I saw her scrolling through her phone and eating Fruit Loops.

"Hey." I said, loud enough to get her attention.

"Nice to know that your alive, sleeping beauty." She said, laughing at her own stupid joke. "How's the hangover?"

"It's actually really bad. Thanks for the pills by the way."

"That wasn't me. don't you rememeber, after Harry and James fought, you got fucked up. Harry brought you home and he half carried you into my room. I heard him saying something along the lines of how adorable you were?" She chuckled, shaking her head. Oh. I don't remember any of that. Huh.

"Oh, What about you? You couldn't even stand straight!" I laughed along because that is just what I need.

After everything that went on last night from Harry forcing me to dance with him to James hitting me, I needed a good laugh with my best friend. Once we got over our laughing fit, she informed me that James was in the hospital because of how hard Harry actually hit him.

"Wow. I didn't think it was that bad." I said, in disbelief.

"Yea, hey, I know that you two are broken up and you hate him, but he needs closure. Can you go visit him later?" she asked.

I thought about it for a awhile because did I seriously think that going to see my abusive ex in the hospital was a good idea? Well, I still needed to move out. so...

"Yea, I'll check on him." I agreed.

"Good. You might want to go now so that you can get home. I'll drive you." She said.