Fake it.

Chapter 3

HARRY'S POV

I wait in the waiting room until a nurse comes out around my age looking me up in down.

"She's stable". She smiles looking up to meet my eyes.

"Can I see her"? I ask.

"Wouldn't you much rather see me"? She winks at me.

"Bitch, she's my girlfriend". I say through gritted teeth as she stumbles backwards taken back by my harsh tone I'm voice.

"Ye-ah". She says spacing the one word.

"Room please"? I ask her. "It's 204 right down the hall on the left. She gives me a fake smile before turning to go through a different hall.

I enter the room seeing her wear this cute little duck mask to keep oxygen in her mouth her falling down a flight of stairs and smacking her face right on concrete knocking her out takes out a bit of oxygen.

I'm surprised she's not in a coma right now. I do feel sadly towards her though I'm also surprised they didn't just hook her up to an ivy.

She looks over at me the blue in her eyes squinted as It looks like she had just woken up.

She is really beautiful but I would never say that to her knowing I'm just a pussy.

"Hey harry". She manages to give me a small smile as I return almost right away.

"Hey Miley how are you"? I question her as she lifts her eyebrows like I'm suppose to know.

"Your fucking joking right"? She says back trying not to let a giggle escape her mouth.

"Sorry"? I say my ending sounding more like a question then I intended it to sound.

"It's fine". She says back me growing a little smile on my face.

"I swear I didn't see no cord sticking out for me to trip over and fall down stairs". She says running a hand through her hair.

I watch as I see dark bruises up and down her arms. I feel this pain inside of me not liking the way she looks right now.

"There should be a sign saying watch for cord close to the stairs so you dot fall down and almost land yourself in fucking a coma". She says throwing her hands in the air. And laughing at her own gesture.

I hand her a magazine with her face on it. She looks at me for minute before reading the cover.

*Actress/singer Miley Cyrus lands herself in the hospital after performing with her boyfriend harry styles the rest of One Direction. She was exiting off stage and out to the tour bus as she tripped on a cord and tumbled down a flight of steps.

Harry styles stays within mercy hospital with Miley until further notice.*

"Wow. All that and I haven't been interviewed once. Damn paparazzi". She rolls her eyes as she trows the magazine halfway across the room.

"Miley"? I ask her. "Mhmm". She replies not taking her eyes off the monitor she's hooked too.

"I- think I actually like you". I say then mentally slap myself afterwards.

What the hell is wrong with me you would usually tease her about how she wishes she was actually dating or in a relationship with you.

Fucktard.

Just as she's about to reply the nurse walks in and tells me I need to exit so Miley can get some sleep.

As I walk out to the waiting room once again Louis, Liam, Zayne, and Niall are all waitin there.