Harry's POV:

I'm so stupid.

I'm such a fuck up.

I such an asshole.

Why would Jasmyne forgive someone like me?

It's stupid to even think about something like that. Yeah, she said she forgave me, but I bet in her mind, she was thinking the exact opposite. I know I would be if I were her. I ran my fingers through my curls quickly, shoving them out of my eyes. I want to go in and see her. Part of me is too scared though. Sitting on the bench outside hides me from what I've done. It's all my fault she's in the hospital. All my fault.

My knee bounced as I nervously sat, awaiting some sort of news. The doctor is still inside with Callie and Niall, checking on Jasmyne, who's still not awake. She's alive though. That's all that matters. My mind drifted to Niall. He seems to really like the friend, Callie. I don't know what's going on between them, but there is definitely something. The door to my right opened.

"Mr. Styles?"

"Yes?" I said, looking up at the doctor. His clipboard was tucked to his white coat as he peered down. Sighing, he sat down next to me.

This can't be good. It just can't be.

"She's stable." He said. I sagged with relief. "But," Oh no, "that shard of glass we removed earlier had somehow nicked a few inner organs. We didn't realize it before, but she had massive internal bleeding. I don't know how it slipped past us, but it did. The good thing is that we caught it in time and she's going to be just fine. We're going to keep her overnight, just to be safe, but she should be able to leave tomorrow."

I couldn't contain my happiness. A smile slid onto my lips. The air seemed sweet in my lungs, filling my head with dizzy thoughts.

She's going to be okay. She's going to be just fine.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you." I said, shaking his hand quickly. I hopped to my feet and moved toward the door that hid my girl inside. She may not know it, but she's mine. I can't bear to let her go. Just as my hand grasped the cool knob, I heard voices inside. I pressed an ear to the door to try and hear what was going on. I know it's wrong, but when have I ever followed the rules.

"Callie, she's fine. Why don't we go get some food?" I heard Niall ask. Of course he'd ask to get food with her. It's so like him to do that.

"I have to stay here." Callie replied. No. She needs to leave. I want to be there for Jasmyne when she wakes, not Callie. I have to be there. Callie will never let me though. I just...I need some time alone with her, if I can't be the one who is beside her at that moment.

"You haven't eaten since two days ago."

"I don't care. I can't leave her here alone."

"She won't be alone. Harry will be here."

Then there was silence. I pulled my ear from the door, scanning it curiously. What's happening in there? I'm really curious now. What the hell. I'll just walk in. I turned the handle and shoved the door open. My gaze found my girl, her limp figure as she sleep. She's so pale.

"Way to knock." Callie grumbled, but I ignored her.

"See? Now let's go." Niall said, continuing the conversation. Callie sighed and stood, removing her hand from Jasmyne's. That was way easier than I thought. I figured she'd fight Niall more than that. On her way out, she paused beside me. Her glare pierced me. If looks could kill, I would have been dead a long time ago because of her.

"You hurt her and you won't live another minute. You got me?" I nodded with wide eyes. She is vicious. I'm so glad I don't have to deal with her for a while. With a final venomous glance, they left, leaving me alone with my girl. I swiftly moved to her side, grasping her hand in mine. It was like ice on my hot skin. I can't believe I did this to her.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry that I did this to you. I never wanted this to happen. You have to believe me. I know you forgave me, but it makes no sense. I can't even forgive myself for this." Water filled my eyes as I spoke, letting my head hang with the weight of my mistakes. Wow. This is the first time I've cried since...I don't even know. Since I was a kid I guess. It's just been so long since I've cared, like I care for Jasmyne.

"When you left the house, I knew I had to come after you. You didn't even know who was going to come after you. I had to find you and tell you and protect you." I gave her palm a light squeeze, letting the tears fall onto our joined hands. They hit my skin with a cold splash, but I barely even noticed.

"Then when I saw the boys with you in the hotel...the fact that they knew where you were and didn't tell me. Well, it sent me over the edge. I lost it. I couldn't handle the fact that you wanted them there. More than you did me." I released her hand from my torturous grip as they became fists of anger. I didn't need to hurt her again, especially when I know I'm getting angry.

"I couldn't handle it. And I was stupid. So stupid!" I half shouted, standing up to face the outside world through the window. My teeth clenched as I ran my hands through my hair. As much as I tried to release my anger, it just came back. Anger toward myself, my actions especially. I strode away from the window, to the wall opposite of Jasmyne. I let my palms slam onto the wall, presing into it with all my strength. I closed my eyes roughly.

"I just wanted to protect you and all I did was hurt you!" I couldn't keep the volume of my voice low anymore. Not with all the pent up rage and frustration I had inside me. My hands smacked the wall again, this time more painfully. My skin princkled with what felt like bee stings.

"You're here because of me! You're hurt because of me! It's all my fault!" I shouted angrily. Taking my hands away from the wall, I let instead my fist ram into it, feeling the pain shoot up my arm, straight to my heart. In the back of my mind, I thought I heard Jasmyne call my name.

I should really stop pretending that she'll ever care for me. It'll never happen now.

"Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!" I yelled, throwing a punch again. I felt a bone pop and ignored it. I deserve the broken bone, the pain, everything; I deserve it all. Again, I heard my name nd the whisper for me to stop, but it was only a figment of my imagination. It was just my inner most desires playing out in my mind.

I wished for Jasmyne to call out ot me, but she'll never want me. Never.

Just for good measure, I threw another punch at the wall. All my knuckles were split, the blood gushing down to my fingertips and dropping onto the floor below. The wall before me was smeared with my blood, droplets spattered across like it would be at a crime scene. Again, I heard my name. I let my fist fly once more, my body numb to the fire that spread along my arm and hand.

Why won't it stop torturing me with what can never be?!

"Harry!!" Someone yelled and I tried to ignore it. Whoever it is can wait.

"Stop please!" I shook my head and punched again, this time blindly. I can't stop. I won't stop. I deserve this. I deserve it all. I could only stop for Jasmyne and she's unconscious.

"Harry!!!"

Isn't she?

Spinning around, I let my gaze wander to the girl who was passed out on the bed. Or used to be. Now she was sitting up, hands covering her lips, her beautiful full lips, her big eyes wide as saucers.

Nope, she's awake.

"Good afternoon Sleeping Beauty." I let the words slip out without thinking. I was numb all over. In my heart, I felt nothing. In my mind, there was nothing. I was empty. The words I spoke were just from me being on autopilot. As if I wasn't myself, I felt my lips twist into a crooked smile. Jasmyne just shook her head at me, her eyes glistening.

"What have you done?"

Notes

I haven't done a decent pov for Harry in a while, so I kind enjoyed doing this one. It was really intense right? Harry let all his feelings out. Too bad Jasmyne wasn't awake!!!

1. What will happen now that she's up????

2. Are you glad she's alive?????

YOU SHOULD BE!!!!!!!!!!!

Hehe :) love you all!

Izzy <3