Perfect Harmony

Sydney was born and raised in Cheshire. She was bestfriends with Harry Styles. When he tries out for XFactor, Sydney feels like he forgot about her. She moves away and encounters him again. What will happen to the couple that was meant to be?


15. Physical Therapy

Sydney's POV
"Where is he?" I asked Harry. Tears were in my eyes but anger filled my body. He ignored my question. "Harry, what did I ever do to him?! First he hits me, and then he almost kills us?! I never did anything to him! And now, I might never be able to walk again because of him." The tears spilled out of my eyes as Harry pulled me closer. "I just wanna see why he hates me so much!" I cried into his chest. He was playing with my hair, and calming me down. I fell asleep with tears, still wet in my face.

Harry's POV
I walked out of the room after Sydney fell asleep. I had scars from the accident, but they gave me a walking cast. I called the sheriff's office. "Hello, London Police Department, how can I help you?" "When are visiting hours?" I asked them. "Well, it depends. Who are you asking to see?" "Mark Spendlove." It took a few minutes, but they finally replied. "He's allowed one visitor a day, from noon to two pm." She replied. "Thank you." And with that, we hung up. It was 11:45, and so I decided now would be the best time. "Mum, I'm going to to grab lunch. I'll be back soon." She nodded, while trying to comfort Sydney's mum. When I got there, I walked in, went through security, and was directed to the meeting area. We were speaking through telephones, through seven centimetre thick glass. When he saw me, he gave me the death glare. "What do you want?" He asked. "I want to know, why do you hate Sydney so much? What'd she ever do to you?" He smirked. "The question is, what has she not done for me?" He asked, putting an emphasis on the for. With that, he got up, and left. I walked out mad. I told my mum that I was going to go get lunch, so I stopped at Nandos. I signed a few autographs, got the food, and left. I got back to the hospital. My mum stood up as I walked through. "Where the hell where you?" She asked. "People wanted autographs, so it took awhile." I told her. She nodded. "I'm going to bring Sydney's food to her. I need to talk to her, alone." They nodded and I brought our food into her room. "Hey!" She smiled, waking up. I tried my best to smile. She knew I was faking it. "What's wrong?" She asked. "I need to talk to you." She nodded, to tell me to continue.

Sydney's POV
"I went and saw your dad in jail." He spoke, and he continued. "I think, if he gets out, he's going to come after you." He could see my worried expression. "What exactly did he say?" I asked. I was nervous, and scared, but I needed to know. "Well, I asked him what did you ever do to him to make him hate you," Harry hesitated. Tears spilled out of my eyes as he spoke again. "He told me, 'The question is, what hasn't she fine for me?'" I felt my whole body trembling. Which was good, and bad, because I could feel the trembling in my legs, but I was so afraid. I was speechless. "Why'd you go see him?" I asked Harry. Tears were falling out of my eyes. "I needed answers." He spoke quietly. I felt anger fill my body. "What? And now thanks to you, we know he might come after me, and rape me?! Kill me?!" I yelled. He spoke quietly. "Hey, at least we know." "But I have to live in fear of when!" The door opened. My mum and Anne rushed in. "Are you guys okay? We heard yelling." Harry nodded, and I just sat there. They nodded and walked out. Their interruption caused me to calm down, and I remembered the tingling in my leg. "Harry, put a hand on one of my legs!" I commanded him. He looked confused, but did it. I felt it! "Harry! I can feel your hand!" He smiled and called the nurse in. She came in and was smiling. That's a good sign. Maybe I won't have to do physical therapy. She checked out my legs and strength, and spoke up. "You will be able to walk again, but you still need physical therapy for your back.
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