My Secret Love

Lena is an 18 year old directioner who has had a crush on Harry forever. her friends like one direction too and their crushes like them back. But will their loves last? Lies, games, stupidty, and fans are just some of the obstacles they will face. Hope you like it! i worked hard and it's my first movella! ENJOY :)

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16. She pays the price

Zayn and I were patiently awaiting the doctor's presence. We were hungry so we decided to go to the cafe to get some food. Zayn had his eye on some  down there, but I just wanted to get some food and go back to the room to wait for Lena.

She was all I could think about. I had a salad and apple juice, weird combonation I know. I was trying to be more supportive of Lena's diet, so whenever possible I chose not to eat meat. Zayn had steak and mash potatoes. We headed back upstairs. We were sitting in the room playing on our phones. Zayn was texting the boys, as was I. I was also texting Lanna and Diana, they wanted to know how she was. I told them everything. Then, I got a text from a blocked number.

"hey" It said.

"Um. Hi who's this?" I sent.

"It's Alyssa, you know that girl who you gave her number at the airport"

"Oh yeah, hello love"

"Hey:)" Our texts continued until about 10:00 p.m. It was getting late, and i was worried. She went into surgery at 8:00, she should be out by now, right? My thoughts came to an end when 2 doctors rushed down the hall with someone who looked like Lena in a gurdie. A doctor casually walked into the room and said to me and Zayn,"Unfortaneltly, our worries were correct, Lena's heart has stopped and she is having a seizer. We hit a nerve during the surgery and we aren't sure she'll make it."

I forced myself and and whipped the tears away and ran down the hall.

"WHERE IS SHE, I WANT TO SEE HER! LENA!" I cried.

"Sir, please calm down!" the secretary said.

"HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS DYING AND I CAN'T EVEN SEE HER," I yelled, as I fell to my knees and put my head in my hands.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" he asked.

"Lena Hernandez," I replied.

"I'm not supposed to do this, but she's in room 211," he smiled.

"thank you so much!" I yelled already rushing to find room 211. 208, 209, 210, 211 I'm here, I stopped dead in my tracks and looked into the room.

There she was my beautiful girlfriend. I can't loose her, she is alive, she is alive. She was still having a seizer and it hurt me to see her all hurt like that. I wanted to bardge in there and hug her. The doctors came into the hall when she was settle and seemed okay.
"You can go in now," they said. I guess she was all better.

I walked in and sat with her. I held her and cried. I kissed her head and talked to her, I told her to wake up. Then...

Lena's POV:

My head hurt really bad. All i remember was being in the airport with Harry. All i could think about was him. Pictures and memories of him flooded my mind. I felt alone, then i started seeing light and doctors and then it went to a blur again. I felt someone hold my hand. He was talking to me, begging me to wake up.

I felt all warm inside at his touch and i lifted my hand and kissed his hand, all with my eyes closed. I thought i was dreaming. He called my name and i knew who it was. I opened my eyes and saw the love of my life Mr. Harry Styles.

Harry's POV:
 
I couldn't believe it. Lena lifted my hand and kissed it. Then, she opened her eyes and i saw those beautiful green eyes i haven't seen in days. I kissed her and she smiled, i smiled too. She sat up and got a little dizzy. Her head had stitches and her arm was in a cast. I decided Zayn would want to know what was going on, so i texted him the room # and he got there in literally 2 seconds. The doctor walked in and said,"So, let's give an over of problems. Okay, so her head has stitches and she is really sensitve, nothing to risky like ice skating or anything with the possiblity of her falling."

Before she could finsihed Zayn chimed in,"That would be everyway."

We all laughed. I swear that was the first time i've laughed in days, and i was happy Zayn was too, he's been sad lately.

"As i was saying, her head is very burised already. No more accidents until it heals, or she could die on the spot. Also, her stitches are sensitive, try not to touch them it could hurt her as well. Lastly, she broke her arm in three places, nothing too serious just a little break. It will heal in 6-8 weeks and we can schedule an appointment to check in and see how she's doing," The doc said.

We continued to talk about stuff like pills, recovery, therapy, and appointments. Then, came the shining moment... WE GOT TO GO HOME! Thank god, i haven't slept in a real bed, had real food, or a real shower in days.

Zayn's POV:

I was happy Lena was okay, like really happy. I wanted to talk to her, but of course when we got home everyone crowded her, then she had to take a shower and her and Harry went upstairs. I guess I'll talk to her later.

Harry's POV:

Lena and i both needed showers, and Lena needed help in the shower... so i asked her,"Do you want to shower together, i need to shower too and help you."

"Yeah, sure," she blushed. We went upstairs and i helped her take her clothes off. She went in the bathroom and started the shower. She had trouble taking out her hair because of her stitcthes and arm, so i helped. I helped her was her hair being careful of her stitches.

I liked this, it wasn't awkward or overwhelming. It was right. She rested her head on my shoulder and i helped her rinse out her hair. I stroked her head as i rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. When i was done we just hugged.

She was done, but i wasn't so she was ready to get out. She stepped out and slipped and fell backward. I quickly put my hands out and caught her.

"Maybe you should just stay here," I laughed. She laughed too.

"You'd like that wouldn't," she said mischievously. We got out and got dressed. We were ready to go downstairs when i leaned in for a quick peck. But, nope she put her hands around my neck and played with my curls. I put my hands on her waist. Then, without thinking i started stroking her hair. Like all good things, the kiss came to an end when i touched her stitches.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized.

"It's okay, let's go downstairs," she smirked.

 

 

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