Foolish ~ {One Direction Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 12

Foolish~12

*HARRYS POV YEAR AND HALF AGO*

"So how did that audition go? I totally forgot about it" I ask my Reese putting an arm around her as we walked the streets of LA.

"Oh.. Yeah that was... Eh." She replies uneasy.

"What? Did your voice squeak again??" I ask with humor in my voice.

"No!" She snaps.

"Haha I'm just teasing love" I hug her close and kiss the side of her head. The softest and my most favorite spot.

*PRESENT DAY*

That distant memory raves through my mind as I pass the small coffee shop we stopped at. Only now she isn't here with me. She's in the hospital. Torn apart by a year. And that little cheating ass.

I don't know why the hell I'm considering going near her again. But Niall seemed frantic.

I enter the hospital and by this time few cameras have followed me.

"Oh there you are" Niall comes to me. We lock hands and pat each other on the back.

"Why the hell are you here with her" I ask him still furious.

"Harry. She's mental. She tried to kill herself... She told me to kill her. Who the hell is this chick?" He says. Totally infatuated with the situation.

A slim single twinge of hurt churns in my stomach.

No. I can't feel any sort of sympathy for her.

"So why am I here?" I snap.

"You need to talk to her to help her heal from this. The doctor will explain more" he says and we enter the lifts.

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"So it's best if you aid in this" the doctor finishes the conversation.

The anger has stirred in me more. Why would she stoop to that level?

She did it to her self. She was the cheater. She made the mistake.

No matter how much Niall tells me it wasn't true, I won't give in.

I know Reese more than anyone else. And she was becoming distant I knew something was up. She was seeing someone else and didn't want to hurt me and tell me. Well it hurts more now I had to find out from my fans on Twitter...

"Alright I'll do it" I groan as I sink in my chair.

"Good we'll start today" he says standing.

"What?!" I jump.

"Yes. She needs to know you're on board" he says putting the files in his cabinet.

My stomach is flipping inside of me as he grabs my arm to pull me down the hall.

My body is rushing with blood. I want to vomit. I am seeing to Reese. After a year. No, IM TALKING TO HER AFTER A YEAR. I trip over my boots in the dull hallway.

My breathing quickens when he comes to a door.

"Just go in there and tell her you're here. Don't confront her about the situation. Just be comforting if that's at all possible".

The door creaks open. A frail Reese looks up. I thought I was in the wrong room for a moment.

She gasps as her fists tighten around the blanket covering her. Her shape is so small. I can see her collarbones. Her shoulders and elbows defined entirely.

Her face is pale, reddened with the marks of the punches from my dad.

Her eyes are glossy with plea.

This isn't Reese.

No. This couldn't have caused her to be this way.

I fall to my knees in the middle of the room, and weep.