Country Pride [A Harry Styles Love Story]

Aspyn is the Kentucky born n' raised daughter of a small-town Thoroughbred breeder. Her life revolves around her father's horses, and her life is turned upside down when the world's most popular boy band drives through her little town of 400 people.

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6. Wack Job

I heard a rustling sound at the end of the stiff matress as someone brushed by.  I slowly blinked open my swollen eyes and glanced over at the chair to my left, where a figure was sitting.  Rubbing at my watery eyes, my vision came back into focus after a few seconds.

"You're finally awake," a deep British accent stated, locking his hands over his head and leaning back in the chair, like this was a daily and completely normal thing for him.  Who the hell was this guy?

My body shivered involuntarily as he spoke, but I pushed those feelings aside.

"No s**t, Sherlock," I spat back distractedly.  My mind was still spinning from the drugs the nurse had given me and I was no mood to deal with some stranger.

"Do you know who I am?" The guy asked.  He leaned over, shook his head like a dog, and pushed one part of his curly mop to the side.

Oh jeeze.  One of those wack jobs. I knew the type.  Some hot-shot small towner who thought he was a big deal was high on drugs and decided to come make a hospital patient feel bad.  Lord, help me.

For some reason, the look on my face made him smile.  It was a crooked little smile.  One that showed a bit of sparkling white teeth and even a dimple.

"I'm Harry Styles," he said, as if I should know who that was.

"Look, I don't know any 'Harry Styles',  so I think you should just--" Wait a minute.  Harry Styles.  One Direction. The person who killed my horse.

My vision got blurry and began to flash red. I wanted to burst into tears, or hit and punch this idiot who thought he could smile and the whole world would be happy.  But he was the one who ruined my world.

"Get out!" I sobbed, fisting the cold hospital sheets and pulling them to my chest, as if I could shield myself from the pain.  All I could see were Redfury's big black eyes blinking up at me, in then the life slowly fading away.

Harry got up from the chair and made his way over to my bed.  My heart began to pound wildly. "Oh, babe, I'm sorry," he told me, his green eyes soft and sincere. "I didn't mean to injure you..."

He didn't get it, did he? He thought I was selfish. He thought I was worried about myself.  He thought I was spazzing out because I wanted attention and was afraid of being hurt. What a wack job, this guy was! He probably only hung out with the most selfish people in the world and had no idea what selfless feelings were.

"You killed Redfury," I choked out, my hands clenching into fists. "My horse."

His green eyes blinked in surprise. "Oh."

Was that it?! He apolgizes for hurting me, but not for killing the living creature who was my life?!

"Umm..." He shifted his weighed awkwardly from one side to the other and ran a hand through his hair.  What was it with guys and their hair?! "I guess you can get a new one though...right?  I mean, I could pay for it."

"No other horse could replace Redfury," I told him, enunciating each world carefully so this dip-stick could understand. Tears flowed silently down my face as I spoke.

"Oh," he murmured.

I should've known he could never understand.  Anyways, why was he even here? Shouldn't he be off knocking boots with the rich and famous?

"Why the hell are you here, anyway?" I asked, drying my tears with the back of my hand.  Redfury would have wanted me to be strong.

"I'm here to apologize," he responded. He reached over and took my hand between his two larger ones.  His hands were soft and warm. Not the hands of someone who worked for their living and sucess.

I quickly wiggled my hand from his grasp.  "Apology never accepted," I replied cooly. "Now just get out of my life."

"Nope," he told me with a cheeky grin.  What the hell was with this guy? "I'm here for the whole week...or until you forgive me. Whichever comes first."

I was never religious, but this guy drove me to praying.

Oh Jesus and great Lord above, save me from this wack job.

 

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