Chapter 4

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Harry POV

All I do is worry. Worry, worry and worry about one thing. Her. Natalie. I have many questions like-

Is she okay?

Is she hurt?

Is she even alive?

The doctors wont tell me anything and I dont know why. Its unusual. Maybe something is wrong if they wont tell me anything. I need to know; I feel like its all my fault.

Does she remember what happened? I need to know the answers.

I try and get up out of the bed but my body is sore and full of bruises. But I push through it and then limp over to the door, trying to hold on to the wall to balance me.  The IV in my arm pulls out leaving a pinch of pain. But I didn't care.

My hand turned the knob and walked in the hallway, looking left and right to make sure nobody caught me walking out of the room. I overheard from a nurse that Natalie was only a couple rooms away so I looked in each room to see if she was in one of the rooms.

Then I finally found her. Room 53. Just laying there sleeping, bruised up, hurt, all because of me.

I slowly open the door and tiptoed to the right side of her bed, pulling the chair over so I could sit. I sat down, placing my hand over hers.

God she is so beautiful.

"Im so sorry Natalie. So so sorry. I didn't mean-I-I- just... I don't know. I shouldn't have been paying attention. " She opened her eyes.

"Natalie?"

She stares right at me with shock, as if this is the first time shes seen me.

"What-Who are you? And why are you here? I don't know you. I think you may have the wrong room." She says looking scared, taking my hand away from hers with force.

"Im Harry. Remember me?" I speak softly so I don't try to scare her anymore.

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