Story of My Love Life

Chelsea is just your average girl. She is smart, funny, and a complete dork. But, when a special, curly-haired new kid catches her attention, she is nuts. An upcoming project brings Chelsea one step closer to love, and a special someone. Will they love each other, even through fame and fortune?


34. Blacked Out

Harry's P.O.V.


I lost her grip. I lost her. My Kitten was no longer holding my hand. I went back to look for her. People were grabbing at me, pulling me back, being aggressive. It was awful. I noticed a clearing, and shoved my way through it. There, in the middle of the clearing, was Chelsea. Unconscious.

I bolted inside and grabbed the boys. They were all worried, but not as worried as me. Niall was shaking as we went outside. He is claustrophobic, so it's usual for him to be like that. We all made it to the clearing, and I rushed next to Chelsea. I knelt down beside her, and tried to wake her up. "Chels, hey Chelsea. Wake up. Please wake up!" I kept trying but nothing worked. 

Zayn called an ambulance, and it arrived moments later. The paparazzi was still alive and kicking, though. One guy was all up in my face and Chelsea's, taking pictures of her unconscious and stuff. He was getting on my nerves. 

The paramedics came, and loaded her into the ambulance. They were off.

The boys and I barreled into my car, and we followed. I was in the backseat with Louis, practically hyperventilating. Tears were forming in my eyes.

Lou was rubbing my back. "Harry, Harry. Everything is alright. She just passed out. It's fine. Remember the same thing happened to Niall when we were just becoming famous? It's okay."

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived at the hospital. I rushed up to the front desk. "What room is Chelsea Parker in?" She looked at me, then down at a clipboard. "Room 436, Mr. Styles." What? "How do you know my name?" She just smiled. "When you're famous, everyone knows your name, son."

We piled into the elevator and made our way up to the fourth floor. 436. 436. 436. The room number was rushing through my head as the doors opened. I ran as fast as I could. There it is, at the end of the hallway. 

I was about to open the door, when a tall doctor came out. I stopped. "Are you friends or family of Ms. Parker?" I nodded. "I'm her boyfriend." He opened the door, and we both stepped inside. He would not let the boys come in, though. "They're friends too." I pointed out. "I know, but we don't want to swarm Ms. Parker, now do we son?" Why is everyone calling me son?

I walked over to Chelsea's bed. She was hooked up to a heart monitor. Her heartbeat looked fast. "She should be just fine. Minor injuries to the head. Quick heartbeat. Very healthy, though. She should wake up tomorrow morning, and we will let her leave around noon." I sighed with relief. Thank gosh she's gonna be okay.

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