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Hey Jude I & II

Unknowingly



Monday morning and I’m up by eight. I take another sip of coffee and skip the next song on my playlist as I continue packing my bags. I should be hearing from Harry soon, telling me he’s about to board the plane, as he usually does. Then we’ll have lunch with my parents before our afternoon flight to Dublin. Gosh, I can’t wait to see him!

Soon my bags are packed and I’ve set them downstairs by the door. I help my mom in the kitchen to further distract myself and ask questions about her students in her music class. Dad’s on the computer in the living room, working from home today, when he comes in and inquires on Harry’s arrival time.

“It’s already noon?” I scowl and look at my phone, but there’s no missed calls or texts.

“He should’ve arrived by now, right?”

“He must have forgotten to call me before the flight, but yeah, he should be here. . . I’m going to phone him real quick,” I announce and step into the hallway.

I lost track of time, but it is strange for him not to get a hold of me. I’m biting my nails while walking in circles, growing impatient since he isn’t picking up. I call a third time and stop the moment someone answers. The English accent is thick, but it isn’t Harry’s.

“Hi, this is Jude. Who am I speaking to?”

“Jude, yes. This is Ed. I’m sorry I probably should’ve called sooner… I’m at the hospital with Harry.”

I suffocate and the hairs on my body turn into sinking needles.

“Hello? Are-are you there?”

“Yes,” I clear my throat and find the wall to lean against. “What’s happened?”

“God, I honestly don’t know… He wouldn’t get up this mornin’ and he’d collapse every time I’d get him to stand. I thought he had alcohol poisonin’ from last night.”

“How is he now?” I swallow hard. Why would he drink so hard before flying?

“He’s sleepin’. They didn’t pump his stomach but the doctor took some tests.”

I inhale and think. I wasn’t able to be with him last time he was in the hospital, because of his back, but not this time!

“Ed, can you keep his phone with you, please? I’m getting on the next flight out… What hospital is it?”

I sprint to the computer and search for flights to L.A. Mom and dad are standing by sensing my panic. Mom sets my purse on the desk next to the spot where I slam down my phone. I find the next flight in two hours from now and purchase it without blinking. Then I hear keys jingle as dad grabs my bags and heads out the door.

I scribble down the address to the hospital and remember to breathe. Mom rubs my back and says she’s going to pack my lunch to take with me. I’m trying to organize my thoughts. I hope Harry’s okay, but what on earth happened yesterday? Rushing to my room I make sure to have all my things and slip into my new flats.

“Honey, we’re ready,” mom assures me at my door.

I nod and follow her down stairs. She’s wearing my purse over her shoulder but nothing is really registering. I’ll have plenty of time to think things through once I sit on the plane but all I really want to hear is that Harry’s alright.




I text Harry’s cell the moment I climb in the cab upon arriving.

“Dignity Hospital downtown, please.”

Ed answers back that Harry is up but still drowsy and sluggish. I make it to his emergency room in half an hour and dash in with all my luggage. I spot a red head and my bags slide off my arms to the floor after I enter the room.

The needles retract from my skin once I see Harry and relief hits me. He’s sitting up, hooked to an ivy, and drinking liquid from a straw. He’s pale and his face looks so tired. When his lifeless eyes meet mine, a weak smile sprawls across his face and he extends his hand.

“Harry,” I whisper and try to hug him. His face rests on my chest as I gently cradle his head in my hands.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Jude,” his voice slurs a bit.

“You should rest more, I’ll be here waiting,” I kiss his sweaty hairline and help him lay back down.

I step aside, search for Ed and shake his hand to properly introduce myself. A nurse comes in to check on his saline supply and exchanges the pouches. Meanwhile I motion to my new acquaintance to step outside the room.

“Can you please tell me all that happened last night?” I plea.

“Of course. Well we went to a friend’s birthday party after the benefit last night then Harry disappeared for a while. I found him asleep back in the hotel room and didn’t suspect anythin’ further till this mornin’.”

“Excuse me Miss, are you a relative of the patient?”

“No, I’m his girlfriend,” I answer the doctor. “How’s he doing?”

“We took a blood and urine test and other than complete dehydration, we found traces of Rohypnol in his urine.”

“Wha-what is that?”

“You were with him last night, are you aware if the patient has any history of substance abuse?”

“Drugs?! Harry doesn’t do drugs! He’s completely against them!” I interrupt.

“Then I’m afraid Mr. Styles was drugged unknowingly, either way, we’d like to keep over night to observe his recovery.”

Ed and I nod as the doctor walks in and begins to chat with Harry. I’m still trying to remember the name of the substance he had mentioned not seconds ago. Ed wastes no time in making phone calls and I’m left to my thoughts once again. With my phone at hand I search the few letters I can remember on Google and read on.

ROHYPNOL
It’s effects has been used to commit sexual assaults because it renders the victim incapable of resisting , giving it the reputation of the “date-rape” drug. Rohypnol users describe it’s effects as “paralyzing.” The effects start 20 to 30 minutes after taking the drug, peak with in two hours and may persist foor 8 to 12 hours. A person can be so incapacitated they collapse, they are able to observe events but completely unable to move. Afterwards, memory is impaired and they cannot recall anything.


After reading more about the symptoms and effects, I feel as though my body wants to collapse. Our friend is still on the phone, rubbing his forehead in worry. I look back at Harry as the first tears form and fall. I desperately yearn to know what happened last night, but how can I ask him if he won’t even remember?

Who do I tell? His mom? His sister? Running out of names, I search for Calvin’s number instead.

Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

Be Still- The Killers



Been planning this moment for almost a year now... updating soon. 1/3

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Comments

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6/15/16

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6/14/16

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6/14/16

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5/3/16