You're My Kryptonite: A Harry Styles Fanfic

Dare You To Move

A/N: WOOO!!! Sorry I took forever to update! I hope you're not mad at me! But here you go :) Thank you all for reading and the awesome support! MAKES MEH HAPPEH! xx

Harry's POV

It had been two days since the accident and I was feeling a lot better, just a few scratches and bruises. However, I was still trapped in the hospital for safety precautions for my head. 

There were many articles, magazines, and online topics flooding the entertainment world. Even my twitter was blowing up with all the support and 'get well' mentions. The other guys and the girls were also getting tweets about it. I haven't mentioned anything about it because I just didn't have the time to. When Management came to visit me, all I told them was that I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a walk, and unfortunately, it just so happened that I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Izzy, fell into a minor case of depression. She blamed herself for my accident, saying that it wouldn't have happened if she had just come home. No matter how many times I tried to tell her that it wasn't her fault, she wouldn't believe me. She wouldn't even listen to the girls or the boys. She even denied Liam, DADDY DIRECTION, THE VOICE OF REASON!

"Hey babe, let's go out and eat. We'll go to your favorite restaurant." I tried to get her and myself out of the hospital building. They would let me out only for a few hours, but then I'd have to return to the hospital. My body couldn't handle too much strenuous activities, which included a lot of walking and getting mobbed by fans.

For some reason she didn't want to go outside. She had a lot of caring fans that flooded her Twitter wall hoping that she was alright. Her reply to me was only a shake of her head. I noticed that she kept looking at her phone screen. Curiosity got the better of me as I neared her slumped body in the chair to see what she was looking at.

"Iz, hand your phone over. What do you keep looking at?" I asked. She didn't try to argue, but slowly passed her phone over to me. 

When I looked onto the screen, I was surprised to what it was. I guess I must have missed these few tweets on her twitter. I felt sick just reading the text. Some fans were just so rude and thoughtless. Them being worried about me is a nice gesture, but blaming my girlfriend for something she wasn't even there to witness was degrading. 

@IzzyTaylorGator How could you let Harry get hurt. It should have been you!

@IzzyTaylorGator If you can't protect Harry then you don't deserve him. DIE!!!

You should have been the one who got hit and die! @IzzyTaylorGator

I was furious. How was it possible for people to be that inconsiderate and heartless. If my fans loved me, they wouldn't hurt me by hurting the people I love. This was sickening. My blood was boiling and I just didn't know what to do with myself. I slipped out my phone from my pocket and logged on to my twitter. While I did this, I sat on the bed facing Izzy's sluggish figure. 

"You're not fans if you don't support us and our girlfriends. #Heartbroken" I wrote on my wall. I didn't even stay on to see my responses.

I got up from my spot on the bed and kneeled down in front of Izzy. She looked at me with her washed out brown eyes. It was evident that she was emotionally exhausted from all the guilt. I got up and motioned her to get up. She obeyed my order and stood up from her seat. I positioned myself at her back and sat down on the chair, bringing her with me. Together, we sat in the chair. Izzy sat on my lap and rested her head on my shoulder.