Revive [Harry Styles]

Chapter Twenty-One

My head is pounding my eyes are burning and my body is aching. Everything hurts and I haven't even opened my eyes yet. I don't even know where I am. The last thing I remember is slapping Harry. Guilt floods threw me. I shouldn't have done that. But he deserved it.

Slowly I open my eyes to be met with an unfamiliar wallpaper. I try siting up but feel a pang of pain rush through my head. I lay back down. Shit where am I. What's going on?

I take in the unfamiliar room. The walls are painting a light blue the room is pretty empty there's just a night stand the bed and two doors across from me. Plus a small black couch on the left of me.

Let's try this again. I slowly lift my body up and I try to ignore the pain that's coming. I try pulling my legs off the bed but it's even harder. I fall off the bed with a thump. I shake my head seeing double everything everything blacks out again and I hear footsteps rush to the door but my eyes aren't able to stay open to see who's coming.

  Soft I'm on something soft again. My eyes still burn but I don't feel as bad as I did before. I slowly open my eyes and I'm met with the light blue wall paper again. Where am I?

I get up quickly this time feeling tense and scared. I feel like all the color drained from my face. I need to get out of here. I turn to the left and see a black outlined of someone siting there. It's to dark to see who it is and the details. I swing my legs over the bed quietly. I try turn on the lamp that's on the night stand but it's not working. I pick up the lamp and slowly move towards this unknown person. This can't be him he didn't find me he couldn't of he's gone. No no no.

I'm starting to get jittery and even more scared. I poke the person in the chest with the lamp keep a good distance. They don't more so I poke them a bit harder. The person let's out a "mmh". And I feel even more scared. I should of just left.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I say loud enough for them to hear. "Don't even try to move or I swear I'll bask this lamp on your head" my voice cracks a couple of times. I sound more confident then I thought I would sound. The words flow out of my mouth tho I'm scared shit less on the inside.

The person sits up straightly and I hold the lamp a little tighter.

"Jesse it's me put the lamp down" the familiar British voice comes through. And I visible relax.

"What the hell Harry?" I feel out of breath and tired.

"Can you please stop shoving the lamp in my face and I'll explain" I pull the lamp away and back away. Harry gets up and turns a switch on. The lamp I was using brightens up the room. Oh so that's why it didn't turn on. I follow the wire that connects to the wall. Stupid I'm so stupid. I walk to the nightstand and set the lamp down.

"I'm glad your finally awake" I scoff at his words luke he cares. He was just being mean to me a while ago. "I'm being serious Jesse you were beginning to worry me" his voice is full of concern but I can't bring myself up to believe him.

"Why am I here?" I ask ignoring the pain rising to me head. I guess Harry realized it because he brings his hand behind my head and slowly sets me down. My body tenses but it's to tired to fight back. Once I'm sitting back again Harry let's go and stays standing looking over me.

"Well when you slapped me you kind of blacked out again. I went to grab you before you head slammed on the table. Not to mention stupid Luke yelled at me." He looks down at his hands and now I do feel like a butt hole for slapping him.

"I'm sorry for sla-"

"No don't even say sorry, I'm sorry for even saying those things I was just so mad at you at Luke at everything it just sucks that wasn't good enough"