Finally Safe (part 2)
This is second part of “Quite Big” - you can read part one
I’m so so so sorry but I was going through some things and didn’t have time to write or even be on Tumblr so that’s why I post it after two months.
You heard something beeping every second. Or it could be longer than one second but you weren’t sure, you felt so good and comfortable and sound was so annoying. You tried to move your body and turn over but something didn’t let you. With a sigh of resignation you gave up and decided to rest a little bit longer.
”Y/N…?” Harry asked, tickling your hand.
You gave him a smile and wanted to tell him how exciting your day was going to be but you didn’t hear your voice. You made a sound but it wasn’t words. Actually you were sure that you were still sleeping.
”Fuck, Y/N, I was so worried, I’m here, shh,” he tried to comfort you,”I’m not leaving you again. God, I’m so so sorry. I’ll go tell doctors that you’re awake.” You heard a note of relief in his voice. However, you were feeling excatly the opposite.
You didn’t know how much time you had been sleeping, but it wasn’t enough – you were exhausted. Opening your eyes was hard and everything hurt. First instinct was to check out if you could move your legs, arms, hands and fingers. Little did you know about medicine but you were okay.
Somehow you managed to glance over a room but couldn’t see much of it. You wanted to stand up but suddenly Harry came in with a doctor.
”Love, you can’t do it right now,” Harry said, putting his hands on your shoulders in order to get you to the previous position. ”You had a concussion,” he explained.
”What happened?” You were confused. Couldn’t remember the accident or whatever happened to you. ”Is anyone else hurt?”
Harry seemed to be confused as much as you were. To be honest, he looked like crap. You didn’t know if you had ever seen him in such a condiction, even in Cheshire or after long flights. His hair was a mess, eyes were almost red and face was grey because of tiredness. You didn’t know that he never left your room unless doctors or nurses asked him to take off and that he couldn’t sleep at nights because he was so scared of losing you.
Harry knew it was his fans who had attacked you. Police caught them. He couldn’t imagine how sick they must have been to almost kill you. Remorse and anger were eating him and he couldn’t look at a mirror. He felt guilty. Telling you that he was a reason that you were in hospital was the hardest thing he had ever done.
”You don’t remember?” And then Harry wanted to tell you about everything but a doctor interrupted him.
”That’s completely normal and there’s nothing to worry about. How do you feel?”
She asked you a lot of questions, some of them were stupid like do you know where you were or which year it was. Besides, she explained that you were very lucky and except bruises and wounds you were fine. You also found out that you weren’t sleeping all the time but couldn’t remember being awake during last days. They wanted to keep you in the hospital for a few more days, just for safety reasons because of a concussion. Soon she left you and Harry alone.
”I don’t remember, Harry. Did I cause an accident? I’ve always known that getting a driver licence was a coincidence, a lucky one. Did I hurt anyone?”
He was stroking your hand, playing with your fingers.
”It was my fault,” Harry said. His eyes were full of grief. You couldn’t belive it.
”What? You’re amazing driver, Styles,” you chuckled. ”Or… you tried to throw me down the stairs? Was I so annoying?” You kept making jokes because seeing him was a painful and you were sure it wasn’t actually his fault. It was Harry, yeah?
”Y/N, I’m not joking. We split up, you went to the store? Bathroom?”
You did your best, focused on the last day but nothing happened. You remembered flight, airport, apartment, hanging out with Niall and Liam, studio sessions, skyscrapers, hot dogs, New York, walks with Harry and your secret dates in Central Park so the rest of the world couldn’t find you, crowds and screaming fans outside of the hotel. And it finally hit you. Images from that night hit you. How happy you and Harry were. How desperately you wanted to get some chocolate and how those two girls attacked you.
“You saved me,” you nodded.
You were staring at a man who had found you in this freaking bathroom and you felt relieved.
“For God’s sake, you were attacked by those psychos because of me! They were my fans. FANS!” he yelled.
Suddenly you felt like you were going to throw up. You were attacked. Beaten up. Someone did this to you. You held Harry’s hand tighter but it didn’t help you to feel safe.
“I understand if you need a break. I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me again. I’ll do anything but forgive me, Y/N. I love you and I need you so bad,” Harry spilled.
“What? NO! Oh my God, Harry, I’m alive. It’s not your fault, right? You can’t control every damn person on this planet,” you explained but it was hard to belive.
“I was so scared. Seeing you laying here without a life, not knowing when you wake up. If you ever… I’d never forgive myself for tha’. Still, I don’t know if ever will. I should have been there with you, I should have protected you.”
“No, Harry, listen to me. It’s not your fault, okay? You can’t protect me everywhere. Shit happens. Those girls… anyone found out who they are?” You wanted to change topic so much, knowing that Harry would blame himself and that conversation would never end.
“Yep, police found out. They’ll never hurt anyone, I’ll make sure of tha’”
Days were passing by and you didn’t know who was the biggest pain in the ass. Your mum and Anne kept calling you every hour while your dad learnt what Skype was. Moreover, Gemma, Lou and Jeff were texting you all the time. You got a chance to meet Harry’s family over a phone that he didn’t even know that existed. You needed to add Niall who brought you flowers, Liam who discovered his new “talent” that was cooking and of course, Louis who was playing FIFA with you and Eleanor who brought all new magazines. And of course, Harry. Harry didn’t leave you for even one second, helping you to move and bringing things from apartment. But the day of your discharge finally arrived.
“You sure you took all of your stuff?” Harry asked, carrying your bag.
“Yes, I guess.”
Harry had a mysterious smile all the time. He was very secretive but you thought it was all because of were leaving the hospital.
“So, tell me,” you demanded, knowing something was up.
You squinted at him fiercely.
“Okay, so I did something. For safety, of course!”
“Yeees?” You were actually expecting the worst.
“Remember when I was with the guys in that crazy city I never remember the name of?”
“Oh, here we go again. Please, not this story again,” you begged, not wanting to hear about them hiding in weird places again.
“So I bought you a bodyguard,” he laughed.
“WHAT!?” You screamed.
“Y/N, I think you woke everyone up in the whole building.”
You knew Harry was overreacting but… a bodyguard? A big man who would follow you everywhere you go? You were scared a little bit to walk alone again but not as much to hire anyone.
“First, you can’t buy people,” you both chuckled. “Second, thank you, Harry, really. But I’m not scared as long as you’re with me.”
“In my deffence, there was a big discount,” he explained. “Excited to see world again?”
“Don’t know how much longer I’d stand these walls. That was depressing.”
“Let’s go then, love,” Harry encouraged you and stepped aside to open a door for you.
You saw a couple of paparazzis outside of the building and a bunch of fans. You hugged Harry and he wrapped his arm around your waist.
“It’s alright, I got you.”
“Don’t leave me here,” you begged.
You were scared. You felt people touching you and they were screaming so loud. You hid your face in Harry’s shoulder and a few tears fell on your face. It was few steps more and you were in the car.
“You’re safe here, you’re safe with me, Y/N. I love you.” Harry kept telling you, holding you in his arms.