Soldier Styles // Harry Styles

Chapter 23

^^^Harry's POV^^^

Once I remembered Amanda- I know that sounds harsh- I came to my senses.

"Stop." I mumble against her lips.

She doesn't stop.

"Stop." I say more forcefully, lightly pushing her off of me.

"Why did you tell me to stop?" She said, out of breath.

"This isn't right."

"It felt right to me," she scoffs.

"I got to go." I mumble, rushing out of the woods, and back to the infirmary.

I just cheated on Amanda.

Well, we weren't technically dating so..

When I make my way to the hospital, Kendall rushes in behind me.

"Harry, stop!" She groans, tugging at my arm.

"What?" I ask her annoyed.

"I'm sorry,"

"What?" I ask her again, thinking I heard her wrong.

"I'm sorry. I know that you really like Amanda or whatever," she says, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

I don't respond, neither does she.

"I have to get back to work." She sighs, walking away from me.

Why am I such an idiot?

..

I am on my way to the United States base to see how Bryson is doing, and to see Amanda's parents. I do not think they have been informed about her accident. Unless Bryson has mentioned it to them.

About three hours later, I arrive at my destination.

I knock on the door loudly.

"Hello," Paisley answers.

"Hi, I'm Harry." I introduce even though she already knows.

"Paisley. Not trying to be rude or anything, but why are you here?" She says lightly.

"I was wondering about the note you sent Amanda.." I trial off.

"What note?" She narrows her eyes.

"You sent her a note... About Louis' plan?" I tell her.

"I never sent a note, and who is Louis?"

"Never mind. I came to inform you that Amanda is.." I almost choke on my own breath.

"Is in a coma." I finish.

"What? No she isn't. She couldn't be," Her mum chokes.

"I-I'm sorry."

"What happened?" Tears are welled up in her eyes.

"She.. Attempted to kill herself." I mumble the end, hoping she didn't understand me.

"Let me see her." Her mum demands.

"I cannot let you do that. It's too much of a risk." I warn her.

"I don't care! Let me see my daughter!" She snaps.

"You could get killed-"

"I don't care. Please let me see her." She pleads.

"Okay." I sigh.

"We'll leave tonight."

"Why tonight? Why not now?" I groan.

"Well, Harold," she scowls. "That is when my husband comes home, so he can watch Bryson." She tells me with her smart-mouth attitude.

"Okay, shit."

"You can stay in here while we wait." She tells me, letting me in.

"Good, because I wasn't going to stay outside in this hot weather." I roll my eyes.

"It's seventy-five degrees."

"And? Did I ask for a weather report?"

"You're a dick," she rolls her eyes. "But I guess all men are like that nowadays." She finished, earning an eye roll from me.

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Lush corruption made me so freaking mad today.

Harry needs to get a grip or I will murder him in his sleep.