The Player's Girl - Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 8 Part 2- Wrong Move.

Harry's POV

I watched as the paramedics carried her gurney into the ambulance truck. The side of her head was covered in blood that was no longer bleeding thanks to the paramedics. Everybody that had witnessed absolutely refused to let me ride with her.

So here I am, standing next to the pool of my best friend's blood. I caused this. I couldn't get the sound of her head smashing into the tiles and her agonizing scream out of my head. It was stuck and not going anywhere soon.

Aiden was on his way to the hospital via ambulance. I knocked the weakling out with one blow to the side of his face. Wimp. He deserved it. Everybody knows that Anna is mine. Even that idiot Nick...

I snapped out of my thoughts by everybody's stares of hate, loathe, disgust and whatever else they felt towards me. I probably deserve that...

I rushed to the hospital in my Audi R8 and got there in no time. Bursting through the hospital doors and into the reception room, I quickly spotted the lady behind the desk that would help me.

Slightly out of breathe, I started, "What room is Anna Leigh Williams in? She just arrived here in an ambulance." Trying to stay calm and not yell, I tapped my foot impatiently waiting for her reply.

"Are you family?" She asked, pushing her ancient glasses back up off the bridge of her nose. I shook my head slowly and waited for her answer. She simply pointed to the waiting room before looking back at her computer screen. Plopping down onto the worn out chair where so many had broken down before, I put my head in my hands and sighed deeply.

And I did what anybody would do in my position; I cried and beat myself up over it.

If I had just listened to her and stopped hitting the wimp, she'd still be here with me. She'd probably still be ignoring and hating me but at least she'd be healthy and hating me. I'm a terrible 'best friend'. I let my jealousy get the best of me and she had to pay for it. If only A-He who shall be unmentioned actually put up a fight.

See, it's not all my fault.

I started shaking violently from crying. Stop Harry. Men don't cry.

As I tried to calm myself down, which I was failing at miserably, I felt a hand on my shoulder and 4 figures standing in front of me. I confusedly looked up.

Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn? What are they doing here...

Right...of course they heard. They probably saw but couldn't get to me fast enough. Who knows.

I hastily wiped away my tears and cleared my throat but it was extremely obvious that I had been crying...or rather sobbing a mere few seconds ago. Louis' hands were still on my shoulders and the lads all looked at me with sympathy.

I still hadn't talked to Niall since that day he offered Anna a ride home. I smiled sadly and halfheartedly at the boys and looked back down at my hands.

"What're you lot doing here?" I said, still trying to fight back the tears. Niall had stepped up first and was the first one to try to talk to me.

"Is she okay?" He whispered. Right as he finished whispering, Jay burst through the doors, looking frantically around. I chuckled smiled the tiniest bit.

Way to make an entrance Jay.

My smile completely faded when I saw his tears that were practically chasing each other nonstop down his flushed red cheeks.

Remembering why I had been crying, I looked back at Niall's curious and worried face. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, almost on the brink of tears again.

"Where is she? Is she okay? What happened!?" Jay was a horrid mess. His eyes were puffy and red. His cheeks; tear stained and his hands were shaking, fearing for the worst.

Once again, I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

"You." He pointed his shaky finger to me and took 4 long strides to get to me. He had said that in the coldest voice I have ever heard anybody address another person with...ever.

Yeah, I admit it. I'm completely and utterly frightened. I've never seen Jay like this. But who am I kidding? I know he heard of what happened.

The next thing I know, Jay is on top of me and throwing punches. Though I could see him, I couldn't feel the impact of the punches. I was completely numb. And I didn't try to defend myself, block, or hit him back in anyway.

And maybe I do deserve this. I do deserve Jay beating me.

I don't know what had possessed me to hit my best friend; but I did. I did it because I was jealous. I did it because I was angry that she paid no attention to me and practically replaced me with Aiden. Or maybe it was because I saw them kiss?

Because she took him to our special tree and kissed him right there.