I didn't know what to think. I was just so frustrated. But it's weird, I don't feel anger, sadness, nothing.
It's all numb.
I looked around the room and sighed. I pulled my phone out and saw it was 4:34. I logged onto Twitter and saw a ton of things on the car accident. A ton of people sent me tweets like,
@Kayla_Jade: Is he okay?? Can you tell him I said get well soon?
"They're worried about you." I spoke quietly. He smiled and let out a small laugh. "Tell them I'm fine." He smiled. I nodded.
"What's your American accent sound like?" I asked out of plain curiosity. He looked at me for a minute before laughing.
"Um, I don't know?" He smiled still laughing a little. "Try it!" I encouraged. He sighed and then nodded while smiling.
"Far out, bro. I'm like, from the valley!" He said in an American accent. I bursted out laughing and shook my head. He furrowed his eyebrows together. "Not good?" He asked. I tried to answered but practically choked from laughing.
"Babe? Wanna go to the beach sometime?" He said in a better American accent. "Better." I chuckled. He smiled and looked at me. "I'm going to get management to let me date you. If they say no well, screw them." Harry smiled. I gasped and shook my head.
"Harry! Don't be stupid! This is your career we're talking about!" I shifted. He scooted over on his bed.
"C'mon, we better get a little sleep." He sighed. I looked at the empty spot and shook my head. "Harry I can't-" He cut me off. "Get over here, shut up, and snuggle me." He frowned and pouted like a child. I sighed but obeyed.
I moved on the side of the bed next to him and cuddled up. This was nice. I slowly drifted off to sleep.
"What!? Hell no!" I heard Harry whisper.
"No! That's not fair! No please please!" He begged.
I heard a shatter and turned to Harry who was packing up his stuff to leave the hospital. He was already dressed.
"C'mon. We're signing out." He huffed. He seemed pissed. Why?
I got up and grabbed my car keys and phone. We walked to the front desk and signed out. Harry drove my car to my house.
Halfway through the car ride he spoke up.
"We need to talk." He said emotionlessly.
"Okay, talk." I answered simply.
"Management is making me.." He took a deep breath, "What?" I asked.
"They're gonna make me date Camila Cabello." He answered looking over at me. I gasped.
I sat there. Like a statue. Frozen from shock.