Remembering Katy Perry

Sixteen year old Maddie has lived a hard life. She also keeps a big secret. When she finds out the boy she met two years ago at a concert is Harry Styles, her life turns to chaos. She has to chose between her brutal, unforgiving past or the new, shining future with her love. It's an easy choice! At least it is until her past comes to haunt her future..


12. Alone

Harry's Pov 

It's my fault. I should of seen the car coming, pushed her out if the way, moved her out of the road, something! But I didn't. I stood there and watched as the car slammed into her fragile body. 

I see the horrible moment reply in my mind and feel a new wave of tears coming. 

"It's all my fault.." I tell myself for the hundredth time. I hear the sirens fade away and watch the crowd dissipate, leaving only Lou, Niall, and Zayn sitting in street. Liam's still sitting with me on the sidewalk. 

I wipe my eyes and lean my head against the wall, looking up at the starry sky. The shining dots remind me of her shining blue eyes. I sigh, closing my eyes. 

I have to see her. I can't just sit here and wait to see if she's ok or not. I need to be there when she wakes up, to be the first face she sees. I brush away the  tears for the final time and stand up. 

I walk the same way the ambulance took her and don't plan to stop. 

I get a block and a half before my plans ruined. I hear the boys, especially Niall, yelling after me the whole way and finally stop to let them catch up. I see them all jog toward me and as they get closer I see they all have puffy eyes. I guess I'm not the only one that cares about her. 

"Where are you going, Harry?" asks Louis in a tired, broken voice. 

"I'm going to the hospital to see her. I have to make sure she's ok." 

"And if she's not?" Zayn snaps back. 

"I don't know.." I answer quietly, not wanting to think about that. 

"What?" he presses. 

"I don't know, Zayn!" I scream at him. "I don't know what I'll do! Guys, I love that girl and I care about her and all I want right now is to make sure she's ok. Not think about what I'm going to do if she's not." 

"We care about her too, Harry. She grew on all of pretty quickly. She's like a little lost puppy you can't turn away." Niall says, wiping his chubby red cheek. 

"I know." I say with a sad smile. "A small, little, abused puppy." the boys heads snap up and look at me. 

"Why did you say abused, Harry?" Liam asks intensely. 

They don't know about her step-dad and mums car crash. How could they? No body's told them. 

"Her mum died in a car crash a year and a half ago and ever since her step-dads hit her." I spit out the last part through gritted teeth. Even thinking about her getting hit makes my blood boil. 

I watch the boys reactions and see there pretty much the same as mine was. Niall was the first to speak up. 

"What do you mean, hit her? Like softly in play or.." 

He doesn't finish the rest of his sentence. 

"Hits her hard, Niall. Did you guys notice the black circle around her eye? You couldn't see it very well cause she put on a bunch of make up to cover it up, but it was there." they all nod their head. 

"She came home late last night, so he hit her in the face. That's how she got the blackeye." I say grimly.   

I don't watch their reaction. I'm pissed now, thinking about Ryan laying a hand on my Maddie. I run my hand through my hair and start walking again, not looking back. 

Maddie's Pov 

The blackness surrounds me, suffocates me. It was nice at first but now I'm scared. I can't move my body and my lungs don't seem to want to work. 

I hear someone calling my name but it seems faint. Like I can barley hear it. I focus all the energy I have to listening to what's going on around me.  

"Wake UP!! Please!"

Harry! He's telling me wake up. Why does he sound so scared? I'll be up in a little while. 

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm ok." I try to tell him, but nothing comes out. Why can't I talk? Nothing seems to work and my chest starts to hurt. Someone's pushing on it.

"What the hell are you doing!? Your going to kill her!!" 

Harry's voice again. Who's he yelling at?  All of sudden the pushing stops. Why does Harry sound so mad? I'm okay. I just cant move right now.. 

I try to open my eyes, hoping to calm him down. I don't like hearing him like this. I try and lift my eyelids, but they don't budge. What the hell is going on!? Why can't I move!? 

I feel the pushing again, this time harder. Who's doing that? Who ever it is should stop. It really hurts. It doesn't last long, though. A few seconds at most. 

"Get your hands off me! I'm trying to help this girl, okay!?" 

Zayn? Who is he yelling at? Why does he sound like he's crying? 

"Zayn! Calm down, mate. It's the ambulance people. You've done all you can for her.." 

Niall. Oh, he sounds so upset! Why is everyone crying? Is it because I can't wake up? They shouldn't worry. I'm really okay.. Well, I'll be okay. 

I feel hands on my body and then agonizing pain on my right side. I take my first breath in minutes, and do it sharply, then hear doors slam. A motor starts up then unfamiliar voices start taking to me. 

"Can you hear me, sweetie? If you can, I need you squeeze my hand." 

I feel a smooth, warm hand slide into my cold, cut up one. I have to squeeze. I have to. I focus all my energy on the one simple task and attempt to close my fingers around the strangers hand. The best I can do is tense up my hand. The small exercise takes everything out of me, and hear the voices fading. 

"She tensed up, Robert. We still have her." 

"Good, good. Check for broken bones. I asked around the crowd and I guess she was..." 

The voices fade completely, along with my consciousness. 
I wake up to a steady rhythm of beeps. I manage to open my eyelids, which feel like their glued together, but not much else. The first thing I see is white. White everywhere. Except one spot of red in the corner of what I assume is a room. 

My vision clears a bit and I make out where the beeping is coming from. There's a heart monitor next to me with three or four tubes sticking out of it. I follow the tubes with my eyes and see three in my left arm and one in my stomach. 

I try and sit up and am quickly stopped by the knife like pain in my right side. I shut my eyes tightly and try to regain my breath. 

"It's about damn time you woke up." 

My blood runs cold as I hear the gruff voice. So much for regaining my breath. My eyes slide toward the voice, even though my brain screams not to. I already know who it is, but I'm still shocked to see him standing the corner, arms crossed, bottle in his hand. 

I'm to scared to call out for help, let alone speak. I never came home last night. What's he going to do? He could easily kill me, like he's threatened to do so many times. I feel the panic that started in the pit of my stomach start to rise. 

I'm in a room, unable to move, and alone with Ryan.    
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