Another World (1D)

This fanfiction is about a girl who grows up with Harry Styles and the other boys of one direction. They aren't a band yet and they're just normal people...for now.


13. Finally Home


We ascended down the hallway and even though I was in a lot of pain, I was very happy to leave that horrible white room. Being in the hallway was pretty depressing, because in almost every room people were sick or injured or dying and they might not have a chance to get out. I didn’t want to waste my time pitying patients, though, because I was much happier just living in the moment.

We entered the elevator, and no one else was in there. “Getting tired?” I asked him, looking up at his flawless face. “Not at all.” He said with a smile. We got out of the elevator at level L and said goodbye to the nurse at the front desk. We strode out of the main door, and the fresh air hit me like a wave. I sighed of relief and then smiled. For the first time in three week, I heard the songs of birds chirping, saw the beautiful colors of the sun setting, and I breathed in real, fresh air, not the stuffy hospital air that tasted like eggs and disease.

“You know, we could have just taken a car or something.” I said. “We could have, but this is a little more fun. You get fresh, air, and I honestly don’t mind doing this. You deserve it.” I smiled and shook my head. How did I end up with such an amazing boyfriend?

I reached up and kissed his lips softly and sweetly. He smelled like axe cologne and cinnamon. It was intoxicating and I smiled and softly kissed his neck. “I love you so much.” I said. “Not as much as I love you.” He smiled, and he kissed my cheek. We were five minutes from home and I almost didn’t want to get there. Being in his arms was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt.

Five minutes later, we walked through the door. Sitting on the couch was Niall and Zayn sitting there, looking miserable. “We’re home!” he said, smiling. Niall and Zayn looked up and they got up and practically jumped on me. “Ow.” I said. “Sorry.” Zayn picked me up and spun me around and kissed my lips for a second. I laughed. “Hey, lay off man, she’s mine.” We all laughed.

Niall picked me up and spun me around and kissed my cheeks. “Oh my god you’re home! It’s been so boring around here we were DYING! We had to make our own food! It was torture!” Niall said, laughing. We all laughed and smiled because it was amazing seeing each other again. Harry picked me up again and carried me to the other room. “You know…you don’t have to carry me from room to room.” “You have a broken leg, ankle, and wrist. You’re not walking for a month.”

I smiled and kissed him passionately and it felt like everything was okay. I felt so safe in his arms, like he was the only safe person that I had right now (besides Niall and Zayn) and I never wanted to let go. He put me on the chair. He ran upstairs and got two blankets. One he put under me and one he put over me. We had about twenty bottles of pain killers. He laid me down on the blanket. “Need anything, babe?” “no, I’m good for now. You can go somewhere if you want.” I said, secretly hoping he would stay.

“I’m not leaving you, baby. Ever. So get used to me because I’m gonna be here for a LONG TIME.” I smiled and shrugged, “Just thought you wanted to have some fun without me. You know, you could get any girl you want and-“ He cut me off with a long and passionate kiss. “I want you.” I smiled and he did too.

“Harry what did I do to deserve you?” I bit my lip shyly and he smiled. “You’re so cute when you do that. You’re so cute when you do anything.” I blushed and smiled shyly. “I’m hungry.” I muttered. Truth is, I hadn’t eaten ay real food since three weeks ago. “Got it. I’ll be back with food.” He kissed my forehead and I grabbed his hand. “Please, please babe be careful.” A tear dripped down my dry cheek which was quickly wiped away by his hand. “Don’t cry. I’ll be fine.”

Zayn and Niall came in after he left. “We just wanted to leave you two lovebirds alone…” Zayn said with a shy smile on his face. “Yeah well…” I smiled thinking about his face…

“Yeah, well who wants to have some fun! Let’s go outside and…” he paused, remembering I was injured with a broken leg and ankle and I was stuck in bed for a week. “Or…we could just watch a movie in here.” He said, obvious disappointment scrawled across his face. “Movie sounds good to me!” Niall said, trying to be cheerful. “Let’s watch Bridesmaids.” Zayn said, though he obviously didn’t want to. “Sounds good.” I said, laughing at his expression.

Halfway into the movie, Harry came back. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I was so scared he wasn’t gonna come back just like I didn’t. If that happened, my whole world would be over, and I don’t know if I could go on. “Wait, Zayn, Niall, where’s my dad? Wasn’t he supposed to be here like two weeks ago?” There was an awkward silence and a sullen expression across all of their faces.

“Guys, this isn’t funny, where is he?” I asked. The smile on my face lost its color and a nervous feeling was growing in the pit of my stomach. My hands started trembling and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. “He…we… we got a call last week from your uncle. He…was drunk and was driving after getting completely smashed at a local bar. Apparently he was trying to drink his sadness. And then…” before Zayn could continue, a fat wet teardrop fell from my eyes and more were flooding out. “You…you don’t have to tell me the rest.” I barely managed, voice cracking.

Niall and Zayn rushed over to the couch and gave me a huge bear hug. Harry walked in and immediately he knew I found out about what happened. His expression darkened, and he scooped me off the couch and into his arms. The waterfall wouldn’t stop and I cried a river into his shoulder. His hands comforted me. He rubbed little circles on my back but it was no use. I already was pushed over the edge and now I was just falling into blackness.

So much had happened in the past two months. My mom and dad died, my boyfriend cheated on me (kind of), we got back together, and I got hit by a car. My world was crumbling. The only thing I had right now was him, and nothing lasts forever.

He ran his fingers through my wavy chestnut-brown hair. That was the first time he ever did that. I found it very comforting. I looked up at him, and I knew my eyes were red and puffy. To my surprise, his were too. “Why are you crying?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Because you’re crying.” I nestled my head in his shoulder and just stayed there for fifteen minutes. Being close to him was all I cared about at the moment.

We sat on the couch and I curled up in a ball and he was stroking my hair, trying to comfort me. I guess it was helping a little bit, but not much. I just cried and cried. Things were so wrong at the moment, a car purposely hit me, I was officially an orphan now, and I lived with three guys I barely knew a year ago.

I ran my fingers through his blonde hair. I was making him sad, which made me even more heartbroken. I didn’t like to see him upset. I didn’t like it when he was upset, ever. It just made me depressed. I traced hearts on his hand with my finger. He realized that they were hearts and he smiled. “Please don’t cry.” I barely whispered, a tear plummeting down my face. My mascara had run a long time ago and I knew I probably looked like a raccoon. I didn’t care anymore.

Things were seriously messed up right now. But at the moment it didn’t matter because I was with my one and only. Sure, I’ve had other boyfriends before, but never like this. We never had this connection. Every time we kissed I fell in love again, and every time I saw him I got butterflies in my stomach. I could be myself with him. I didn’t have to pretend to be the perfect girl that I wasn’t. He didn’t mind my flaws. He didn’t care what I did wrong, because he wasn’t perfect either.

My leg suddenly started hurting really bad. “Ow, ow crap.” I moaned. “What’s wrong babe?” he asked, worry unrolling on his facial features. “My leg hurts.” I said. “Okay, let me get the painkillers.” In a minute he was back with a hefty beige pill and a sandwich. “You have to have a full stomach when you take it. Here’s a sandwich.”

I took a few bites and was immediately full. “I’m not gonna eat anymore, can I take it now?” “Sure, babe.” I swallowed the massive pill and washed it down with a glass of water. “I’m tired.” I muttered, closing my eyes. He put me on his lap and I fell asleep in his arms, just the way I like it.

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