He Dared Me

Chapter 2

I woke up and someone was staring at me. I hadn't opened my eyes just yet, but I felt I was being watched. Two voices were speaking lowly. One was my mum, the other was probably Harry. Oh shit... My mum found out... My mind was speeding with what I would tell her and how I would explain that this has been happening since I was 13. Then I remembered the pain in my side. I groaned quietly. Well, maybe not quietly enough because they heard it.

"Lou? Lou, are you alright?" my mum asked quietly.

I opened my eyes and winced at the light in the nurses office. I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice. I tried to sit up, and I felt two hands on my shoulders. Harry.

"Oh no you don't, Princess. You need to get some rest." I glared at him slightly, but he didn't back down.

"I'm fine, Harry. You can get off me now." My voice was barely above a whisper. I just wanted to go home and think about what the hell just happened today.

Harry shrugged and moved his hands, and I sat up hesitantly, wincing every now and again. He put his hand on my back to steady me. I glanced at him gratefully. Slowly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and got up. I wobbled a bit, but Harry's arm that slinked around my waist kept me from falling. I leaned on him slightly, and he tightened his grip a bit. My mum took my hand.

"Lou, are you ready to go home?" she asked. "I'm parked right out front if you want to go before the bell rings."

"Yeah, that sounds good. I just want to sleep," I said, nodding along.

Harry and I followed my mum to the car. He opened my door for me and helped me in. He leaned down in front of me, and we locked eyes.

"Call me so I know you got home safely, okay, Princess?" he asked, almost pleaded. All I could do was nod. He leaned in and kissed my cheek and closed the door. I could feel my face getting hotter by the second.

"It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Tomlinson. Drive safely," he said. It was muffled from my ears because of the doors. My mum must have said thank you or something because soon after she got into the car with me.

The drive home was fairly quiet. Just the music playing softly on the radio and me singing along almost inaudibly were the only sounds heard.

As soon as my mum put the car in park, I got out and grabbed my bag and went inside to my room. My room is technically the attic. I have my piano and guitar up there, along with my art supplies. It's like my mini recording studio with a hint of an art studio in it. There's a bunch of band posters on the walls. Mainly the ones that inspire me to sing more: My Chemical Romance, Green Day, The Beatles, Asking Alexandria, Blink 182, Oasis, Coldplay, Iron Maiden, Guns 'N' Roses, and the like. I have a wide taste in music. I walked to my bed and flopped onto it. I looked at my notebook and flipped to the page that had Harry's number on it.

I typed it into my phone quickly and sent him a text.

~it's Louis. just got home, dont feel good, i'll call you later.~

I got a reply almost instantly.

-Alright. Just wanted to know you're safe. Make sure you call me, Princess, you promised.-

~yeah yeah later.~

-You'd better. I'll come over there ;)-

I ignored his reply and tried to get some sleep. How the hell did this happen? We don't talk one day, and the next, he's treating me like his best mate...

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A/N:::

It's stupid I know I'm sorry, I'm trying lol it'll eventually get better I promise