As we rode in the car, I became less dizzy, and more in reality mode. Thoughts ran through my head that questioned my situation. How could I be sitting next to Harry Styles right now? How am I not dreaming? But the more scarier thought to overcome was why? Will this be the one and only day with Harry Styles? Fate will have to tell at some point. The more minutes that past by, the more antsy an uncomfortable I became. All the unanswered questions swarmed my head and then we arrived.
It took a while to check in and then we waited forever to see an actual Doctor. I sat on the bed and waited for my test results to come back which would confirm if I had any head injuries or not. Harry sat in the chair in front of me and Lieza was in the waiting room. I suddenly felt bad for Lieza because I realized I made her miss the entire concert. Wait, I had made Harry miss his own concert. I gasped loudly. "What is it?" Harry asked concerned. "I just realized you have a concert to do... like right now! You're missing it, you need to go!" "I can't just leave you here all alone with a concussion." "I have Lieza and I feel fine, I really do..." But before I could continue the Doctor walked in and our eyes automatically trained on him. "Looks like you do have a concussion but it's only minor. You're lucky, any harder of a fall and you would have blacked out." "Thank God." Harry let out a breathe of relief like 100 tons had just been lifted off of him. "When will I be able to leave here." I asked. "I'm going to say 8:00pm tonight. It's just precaussionary." He said. "Thank you, very much." Harry said happily, and with that, the Doctor left.
Harry turned around to stare at me with a half grin, showing his dimple. "Go ahead. Say it. Say 'I told you so!'" I commanded. "All this means is I definitely can't leave you now." "I have a feeling that even if I didn't have a concussion, you'd still stay here." "Yes. Yeah, you caught me, okay? But you really expect me to leave?" "You realize you're disappointing fans every second you decide to waste here?!" "I'd barely call it wasting." "Okay, okay then. I obviously can't convince you to get to your concert so..." "See love, I don't think of it as going to my concert. I see it as leaving you. And I just can't do that." "Wow, Harry. That really means a lot. You're the first guy to ever make me feel... appreciated." "Sara, you saved my life, literally. I can't appreciate you enough. You spoke when everyone was silent. Stood when everyone was seated. You were brave when everyone was scared. I don't think you know how much you mean to me." He slowly leaned closer and closer until... our lips touched, for the first time. Our passionate kiss only lasted a few seconds before it was interrupted by the increasing speed of 'beeps' from my stupid heart monitor that every patient had. After Harry pulled away I knew I was blushing so hard my face must have been some shade of red. "You okay, love?" "Am now." The monitor slowed and we shared a laugh.
It wasn't long before I realized that home was a bad thing. Home for me meant I would never see Harry again. Then I felt like I was maybe being selfish. I mean I had just received the royal treatment from one of the most famous boys on Earth and now I wanted more. Many girls would just be lucky going to a concert, instead I'm spending a day with him. With this 'selfish' thought running through my head, I couldn't escape the word, Love. Love, it was amusing to me. I mean almost every teenage girl would tell you that she "loves Harry Styles", but were my feelings different somehow? Did I have genuine feelings forming, or was I just throwing the Love word around like other girls. And did he have feelings for me? Harry kissed me, I reassured myself. But doesn't he kiss screaming fans everyday? And how was I supposed to know how Harry feels about me if I could not even figure out my own feelings? I wish I could just get inside his thoughts and figure out if this felt different for him, too.
As soon as the Doctor said she could go home, I was really glad to see that she was alright. But at the end of the day, I'll never see her again. She'd be gone, just like that. Could I really just let go of this girl that easily. This girl, who saved my life. This girl, whom without I would be in the hospital. Not her, me. If she hadn't been there, I would be laying in this hospital bed, pulseless, with a bullet in my chest. And she was beautiful in my eyes. No, there's no way today could be the last day. I must see her again. But that means something has to happen before 8:00pm, when she leaves. Something must happen before she leaves me forever.
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