My eyes fluttered open to a bright light and I immediately shut them again.
“Turn that bloody light off.” I groaned as I rolled onto my side.
“Riley…the Doctors need to examine you.”
Examine me? Why the hell would someone need to examine me? Why were there Doctors here?
Lifting my body up into a seating position, I slowly and grudgingly opened my eyes. Taking in my surroundings, I realised where I was, “Why am I in the Hospital? Did I drink too much?”
I swear I didn’t drink that much, in fact I left the party early compared to most people because I was tired. Maybe I had alcohol poisoning, maybe I was kidnapped or maybe-
“Riley. Do you remember me?”
My ears immediately recognised the husky voice and my eyes certainly did when they saw a lean figure leaning up against the doorway in a grey hoodie.
“No fucking way.” I whispered.
The corners of Harry’s mouth tilted up as he took me in, “You like saying that, don’t you?”
My mouth opened to form a perfect O shape. Harry Styles was standing in the doorway. Harry Styles was looking at me. Harry Styles would be dead right now if it wasn’t for me.
The Harry Styles…
I wasn’t a massive One Direction or Harry Styles fan, but I had heard their songs. They were catchy and I didn’t deny that I would find myself singing along to them occasionally. They were One Direction for crying out loud; even people in 3rd world countries would recognise the name ‘Harry Styles’.
Crinkling my brow, I glared at him, “Is this some sick joke?”
“If you’re implying I tried to kill myself for the sake of a joke, then no. That’s not something I like to do on a regular basis.” He smirked.
What was it with him and smirking? Not only was it highly distracting, it made me want to slap the hell out of him.
Biting my lip in frustration, I gawked at all the cables and machines surrounding me, “Am I going to be okay then? I mean, I wake up and I’m lying in a Hospital bed. That’s not something I like to do on a regular basis either.”
I hadn't realised anyone else was in the room when a female voice spoke from the corner, “We believe you experienced a concussion. Presumably from the collision your head experienced with the side-walk. However, we are certain you have sustained no further injuries and you are free to go home whenever you please.”
“I prefer to think it was the sight of beautiful wavy locks that had her fainting.” Harry chuckled.
I scoffed, "Dream on, Curly."
With that, the Doctor left the room and I swear to God, Harry winked at her as she went. What a man-whore…
Gathering the piles of covers that were smothering me, I swung my feet over the side of the bed.
“What are you trying to do, Riley?” Harry’s eyebrows quirked up as he looked over at me in interest.
I looked down and realised I was in a half-sheer night gown which was showing a decent proportion of my legs. My cheeks burned in embarrassment as I realised he was staring. Cheeky bastard.
I tugged the nightgown down and tried to look at him as defiantly as possible, “Stop looking at me, perv.”
Biting down on his lip, he casually rubbed a hand through his hair, “You can’t blame a man for looking y’know.”
Rolling my eyes, I began to put on my black & worn out jeans placed on the cabinet beside me. Noticing he was still looking, I made sure to pull my nightgown down as I went.
Grimacing as I stared at my shirt, I wondered how I would ever get it on without Harry seeing. “Can I have some privacy, please?”
Harry’s face dawned with realisation as he looked at the shirt in my hand. Like a deer caught in the headlights, he walked towards the window and peered through one of the cracks in the blinds, “I can’t Riley, but I’ll face the wall if you want me to?”
Confused and angry, I charged towards the blinds and ripped them open, what was he fussing about? It was just a hosp-
What felt like thousands upon thousands of flashes pierced my eyes as camera-men and reporters began shouting and asking questions frantically. My vision blinded by the flashes, I fought to close the blinds yet again. Luckily, I didn’t have to. Harry’s large hands yanked them down rapidly as he whirled on me.
“Why the fuck did you do that for?” Harry growled angrily.
Rubbing my eyes, I scowled at him, “Why the fuck is there hundreds of people out there?”
Groaning, he sat on the bed and ran his hands through his curls, “Paparazzi. They’ve seen your face now; they’ll know who you are.”
Paparazzi? What the hell? Why would they want to know who I was, anyway? I was in every way possible, unextraordinary.
“You haven’t caught up to speed yet, have you?” he smiled sadly.
When no reply came, Harry continued speaking, “Just take a look at this.”
As Harry motioned to the TV in the corner of the room, I perched myself on the bed. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like this.
The TV flickered to a news channel and Harry’s face filled the entire screen. The caption read:
“HARRY STYLES: INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTAR, SAVED FROM FATAL DEATH BY ‘MYSTERY GIRL’. THE FEMALE IS CURRENTLY IN HOSPITAL AFTER EXPERIENCING LIFE-THREATENING INJURIES. SOURCES CLAIM THE POP STAR IS WAITING ANXIOUSLY BY HER BEDSIDE.”
“News travels fast…And because you just opened those blinds, soon enough you won’t be classed as a mystery girl, the whole world will know who you are.” Harry frowned as he turned the TV off.
What. The. Hell.
No, this was so not happening. I was going to go home, forget about saving Harry and continue living my normal and mediocre life. That life involved me, Ben & Jerry’s and my dog. No one else and certainly no news camera or paparazzi.
“It will pass in a few days, right? They’ll leave me alone?” I whispered hopefully.
Harry just shook his head and looked at me like a sick puppy, “I don’t know, Riley…I don’t know.”
“What am I going to do? Will they follow me home?”
Harry didn’t answer, “Is there a family member of close-friend I can call?”
Thinking back to last night, I sighed, “My friends are all still hung-over from last night or still out partying.”
Nodding in amusement, Harry smiled, “Oh okay, well what about a family member? Do you live with anyone?”
I paused, “I don’t need you to ring anyone, and I just want to go back to my apartment and sleep.”
“Riley, you’re not allowed to go home by yourself after a concussion. Someone needs to be watching you for the next 72hrs. Please just let me call a family member.“ Harry’s face crinkled up in confusion as he watched me.
Feeling the tears of embarrassment, frustration and hurt building in my eyes, I turned to face the wall and hold them in. I would not cry in front of this stranger, I wouldn’t do it, “My parents are dead, my brother is working for an oil rig in the middle of Alaska and my aunts and uncles are all pretty much senile or mental. The friends I have will most likely do nothing but ask me questions and I don’t trust them enough to keep their gobs shut. I don’t, I don’t have anyone to call…”
There was a moment of silence that seemed to drone on forever until Harry spoke again, “You can stay with me for a few days.”
Spinning round to face him, I stared in shock, “I can’t let you do that.”
Perching on the bed beside me, Harry grasped a hold of my hand,“You saved my life, Riley. I’m not an idiot to think that truck wouldn’t have killed me if you hadn’t of pulled me back.”
I shook my head, “You don’t need to feel like you owe me anyt-“
Looking at me in warning he growled, “You’re coming home with me, Riley. Even if I have to chuck you over my shoulder and carry you there. So get your cute-butt dressed whilst I face the wall like the good little boy my momma taught me to be. Okay?”
I began to protest again but was stopped by the seriousness and intensity of his eyes.
“Okay.” I whispered.