Summer Nights With One Direction

Amy is prepared for a fun filled summer in London with her Mom. Just hours before their flight, Amy's Mom suddenly cancels due to a work emergency, and her best friend, Tessa, offers to come along instead. They plan for lots of exciting adventures during their trip to London that will make this summer the best one yet. But they definitely aren't expecting to spend their amazing summer nights with the boys from One Direction. Throughout the summer, both girls fall in love and experience some incredible things that they never planned. What will happen when they have to return to their noisy hometown in New York, and leave those delightful summer nights (and their new best friends) behind?


39. Seeing Him

I walked home, fast, with Lou and Elle right on my tail. As soon as I walked through the door I shouted "Call a cab. I need to see him." from the bathroom. I stared at myself. Harry's blood was dried of my chin. I banged my fists against the counter and scrubbed it off with a wipe. I stomped up to my room and jumped into a pair of dark blue jeans and a tight white v neck. By the time i finished whipping my hair into a high ponytail and tying my shoes, the cab was waiting for us out front. I hopped in and stopped myself from screaming at the driver to drive faster. I bit my nails until we reached the entrance of the hospital. 

We got to the front desk and Louis did the talking. I wasn't listening though. I was staring at a bald little girl at the end of the hall. She smiled at me and I smiled back, then wiped the tiny tear that had been peeking out of my eye. "Room 413." Louis said. "3rd floor."

I looked frantically for the room when we stepped off of the elevator. I finally reached it and barged in. His eyes widened. "Harry, baby." I sighed in relief when I saw that his wounds were bandaged. I kissed his nose, then his dry lips. He scooted over and I sat down. Louis and Eleanor had finally caught up to me and walked in. I smiled at them and cuddled up to Harry. 

"You want anything lad? I think we're gonna head down to the cafeteria for some tea or something." Harry shook his head. "Amy?" I shook my head too and watched them walk out hand in hand. 

"Why did you do that? Look at your face." I gingerly placed my finger on the two stitches below his bottom lip. "He barely touched me." I whispered.

"He did. And I just-" he growled angrily and looked at the floor. I kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for protecting me. I love you."

"I love you more." he sighed and I kissed his neck for a while. He looked down at my chest. "Babe, I can um... see right through your shirt." Shit, I forgot to put on a cami. "I like the polka dots." he whispered. The doctor walked during the exact moment that Harry slipped his huge hand up my shirt. I fake coughed and stood up. Then I pretended to smooth out my shirt and smiled. 

"Hello kids." the doctor said as he fumbled around with the papers on his clipboard. "So, Harold. It looks like you're fine to go."

"Now?" he asked, puzzled. 

"Well, in about an hour. The nurse will just get some painkillers for you and all you have to do is sign a few papers and that'll be the end of it." he nodded and walked out.

"Did he just call us kids?" Harry said randomly.

"Yeah, because thats what we are... just a couple of kids." I kissed him and he sat up. He had still been wearing his dark jeans, and a bloody white wife-beater tank top. He limped over to the chair in the corner and picked up his gross bloody shirt. "Dont put that on. I don't even know why you're wearing that one." He cocked an eyebrow and removed his white shirt. I stared at the bruise across his ribs.

"Okay, i'll walk around shirtless." he chuckled and noticed that I had been staring. "Its just a bruise." He limped over to me and put his arms around my waist. "Two stitches on my lip, and a small gash on my cheek. Oh, and a twisted ankle and a couple of bruises." I kissed his chest and pouted.

"Put a shirt on. Any shirt. I dont really want anyone to be, you know, ... looking at MY man." i giggled and he smiled and put the white shirt back on. I sighed and smirked at him.

He's okay... I reminded myself. Thats all I wanted to know. ... He's okay. :)  

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