Lying Beneath The Smoke *Harry Styles FF*

Shes a risk taker. Scarlett Preston was the "Bad Girl" in Holmes Chapel high school. She didnt carry the look, but she for sure had the personality. She was a heavy pot head. Scarlett lives and breathes for trouble. Little does she know, she's driving Harry Styles crazy. His year off from One Direction would soon change his life before his eyes.


22. Awoken Into A Nightmare

Harry's pov



I had finally opened my eyes, for apparently the first time in weeks. I was in a hospital bed, and a squeaky one at that. I tried to get up but my legs wouldn't move. I look down and realize they're in casts and that there's medicine pumping into my arm. Immediately, a nurse runs in with the doctor.



"He's alive! Get in here!" Nurses and doctors surrounded me, their eyes wide.



"Harold, how are you feeling?" One man asks. I tried to sit up but I needed assistance, and a nice nurse helped me.



"I prefer to be called Harry.. And I'm doing fine. I'm just confused." 



"You've been here for weeks, sir." 



"I know." How did I know? I somehow felt old air in here, but I was basically in a coma. I wasn't thinking about the room, I was thinking about the whole scene replaying in my mind of when I was shot.



"Often people in your situation don't make it through surgery, but you seem healthier than I thought. There appears to be no brain damage, but leg damage is certain." I felt proud of myself. I felt like a hero. I just wish Scarlett was here.



"I can tell. I can't really feel my legs." After I said that, each person in there jotted what I said down on their clipboards.



"There's a chance you could be paralyzed from the waist down, or they're very broken. You would need a wheelchair anyway. Since they are still swelled, my theory is that they are broken." I couldn't help but smile out of my mind.



"Can I relax for a little while before you ask some questions? I'm really shocked I'm here.." I ask and they all nod like minions.



"Here's a remote. You will start physical therapy tomorrow morning. Congratulations, Harry." They walk out and I turn on the tv. I flip to the celebrity news to see how the boys have been, and possibly Scarlett. Right when I flip to the channel, there's a slideshow playing.



"Is this for me?" I accidentally say out loud, and I guessed it was. I was in every photo. The girl started yelling things like "go back to that picture." And I was even more confused. It was back to a picture of me and Scarlett. I started getting warm inside. I love her so much.



"Pull that picture next to the one that's already up! Ladies and gentlemen, you're about to see something extremely shocking. In the first picture, Harry has his arm around this girl who I believe is named Scarlett Preston, according to other sources. In the second picture, Zayn Malik, fellow band mate, and Scarlett Preston are smooching it up! This was taken earlier today, roughly five minutes ago! Whoooh Scarlett! Let's just hope Harry wasn't your boyfriend! because you're a cheater." 



My jaw dropped. I couldn't help but wish I never saw this. Or wish that I was still in a coma. Or wish that I was dead. I lost all my heroic feeling and my head fell into the palms of my hands. I felt my heavy tears trickle off of my hands into my chest. I've never loved someone so much and I've never been hurt so much by two people I had loved. Scarlett, and my best friend Zayn who has always had my back. Now there's a knife in my back. They don't deserve to know I'm alive.

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