Hope [Harry Styles & Zayn Malik]

10. Welcome to the best house.

I could feel the rise of my heartbeats when the door slightly opens and a head pops in. She looks like Mrs.Styles, Harry's mom but I couldn't be sure and then stepped in a middle age man with green eyes that prooved me she is Mrs.Styles and standing there beside her, is Mr.styles!

The last two people I ever wanted to make appearance in Harry's room.

Awkwardly I stand next to Harry's bed and stare at the company I'm confronted with, to be exact,I'm sure it has been two complete minutes this way with Harry's parents standing in the entrance returning the stare. I've met them twice or thrice until Harry decided to share his decision to marry me in my last dinner with them. I still remember their reactions, Mr.Styles almost choked on his fork of steak. You could count that moment as my most embarrassed one too. That repudiation I felt when I heard them arguing with Harry did hurt like a carving knife on my skin then, because I was worried and thought i'd lose Harry.

I clear my throat and break the silence that was growing uncomfortable each second "Hello Mr and Mrs Styles! " I greet them faltering.

In return I receive a slight nod from mrs.styles. I watch her walk to the other side of Harry's bed, her face looks vacant when her eyes set to Harry. I can imagine how painful it is to her being his mother.

"Why didn't you inform us, didn't you have the slightest decency of letting his parents know of his state? " Mr.styles suddenly speak out, there is a clear layout of distaste towards me on his face. I'm surprised by his sudden question, he didn't even try to see Harry first, but standing right where he just entered he asks me of my decency? Did he not see my face? But he clearly has got his eyes glued to my face.

"I know what you are planning, you are such a disgrace to even your parents. Such a disgrace! " he spits.

"I'm sorry Mr.Styles but its not just him who is hurt. I lost my face. So im sorry if I couldn't find time to talk to the people who hate me so much and inform them of the tragedy while I was mourning for it." I'm completely shocked of his outburst, I lost it the moment he mentions my parents.

"And about decency, if I were you, i'd rather see my son first than bark at his injured fiance " I dont know from where I got the guts, but the pain that I've been dealing with came out as anger and strength to talk back at him. Because he was in no place to blame me. Only I know how it is like to lose my appearance in a matter of seconds, only I know how it feels to have my husband in coma stage, only I know how much pain I have to go through to get my face fixed and only I know how this accident turned our lives upside down. He might be Harry's father, but he got no right to blame me.

"Good bye " I tell to a shocked Mrs.Styles and with one last look at Harry I leave the room without a glance at the fuming Mr.Styles.

Rose stands by the entrance, I spot my white car parked on start past the large glass sliding doors people rush in and out of.

Im sure Rose took all the time to load our suitcases into the car.

She examines my face carefully as I approach her,though most of it is hidden under bandages, so I smile at her.

Smiling to cover pain is new to me, I've never had to fake a smile, I've never been let down by anything before or atleast there hasn't been any sad moments in my life to fake a smile, it was just perfect. But now this sudden tragedy has become too much to handle I have to be strong and put up a smile even when pain is swallowing me like a snake gobbling a mouse. Also out of nowhere he's parents had to add to it.

"Let's get going!" I sigh and get in to the passenger seat knowing that im not allowed to drive. Rose gets into the drivers seat and drive us off from the hospital,away from Harry into reality.