Today, I had a doctor’s appointment, to check up on my leg, and get my stitches removed. I had been feeling dizzy the past few days, so they wanted to put me through a brain scan to see what was going on.
When Harry and I got to the doctor they took us in immediately.
“Hello Ms. Goldberg, how are you?” The doctor asked.
“I’m good, just been a bit dizzy and feeling off.” I said.
The doctor nodded his head, and pulled out this long instrument.
“This is to remove the stitches. It will hurt, but once they are out you won’t feel a thing.” The doctor said.
I nodded and squeezed Harry’s hand as he began. The pain wasn’t too bad, but it made my eyes water and I winced a little.
“Alright. Now that that’s done, we can do the brain scan. You will need to be totally unconscious for it.” The doctor said.
“Wait what?” I asked.
“If we do it this way, you will get your results today before you leave, if you do it awake it could weeks before the results get in, and if this is a serious problem we can’t wait.” He said back.
“Okay.” I answered.
I was really nervous now. I hated being knocked out. The doctor left the room, to get ready for my scan.
“You’ll stay with me right?” I asked Harry nervously.
“Of course. I will be right here when you wake up. Everything is going to be okay. You’re fine.” He said reassuringly.
“Okay. Thank you.” I said.
Harry kissed me on the temple, and then helped me change into my hospital gown. I laid down on the bed, and then wheeled me into the examination room. Harry held my hand on the way down the hall and kissed my forehead before he left.
“I love you Lana.” He said.
“I love you too.” I whispered.
Everything went black. When I woke up, I was in a bright room, alone. A nurse came in.
“Hi, is there a brown curly haired boy in the waiting room?” I asked.
“No, the waiting room is empty.” She said.
“Alright.” I said.
He left me. Again. I couldn’t believe it. Every time he promised he would stay and be here for me, he was gone.
I got up and got dressed and sat back in one of the main offices and waited for my results. Everything came back normal, and the doctor figured I had a minor concussion from the way my head hit the dresser. He said nothing could fix it but time, and that I could go home.
Funny thing is, Harry was my ride, and he is nowhere to be found. I went and waited outside the hospital. He had to come back eventually right.
I waited outside for about a half hour, and then his car pulled up. I was furious.
“Alana? What are you doing outside?” he asked.
“Oh, I don’t know waiting for the one who wouldn’t leave me.” I said.
“I am so sorry, but I got an urgent call from management, and they needed me at the studio, so I had to go.” Harry said.
“Right, you had to go. Well Harry, I needed you too. I was scared to death in there, and you promised you wouldn’t leave.” I said.
“I thought you would still be out by the time I came back.” He said.
“That isn’t the point Harry. I needed you here with me, the whole time, awake or asleep. You promised you wouldn’t leave me and you did. You always do.” I said.
“Come on you can’t be mad at me.” He said.
“Yeah? Well I am.” I said.
Harry said nothing.
“I want to go home.” I said.
“Well get in the car then.” Harry said quietly.
I walked up to the car, and opened the back door. I sat in the backseat, the whole way home, and when we got there, I ran silently into the house, up to our room, and closed the door.
“Alana!” Harry called after me.
I sat silently on the bed, hugging a pillow to my chest. I don’t understand how he didn’t get why I was mad at him. He had promised to stay, and then he left. He lied to me, again.
The door creaked open and Harry walked in slowly.
“Alana I am so sorry. I really didn’t mean to hurt you at all. I just I screwed up. I wasn’t thinking. I was being selfish, and you have every right to be mad at me. I just wish you wouldn’t.” Harry said.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now. I just want to be alone.” I said.
He looked so hurt, and I just wanted to get up and hug him, but I wasn’t about to give in to his charm.
He started walking toward me.
“Just stop okay? I don’t want to have anything to do with you right now. Maybe you are needed at the studio.” I snapped at him.
“I don’t know what else to say to let you know how sorry I am.” He said.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have lied to me in the first place.” I said.
I tear fell from my eyes and Harry reached to brush it away.
“Don’t touch me. Just go away and leave me alone.” I said.
Harry nodded, and left the room. I buried my face into the pillow and breathed slowly. I was so mad at him, but I loved him so much.
I stayed in our room alone for a long time. I hated being here without Harry. I wanted so badly to run downstairs and hug him and let him know I loved him, but I just couldn’t. I was so hurt.
After a while I got up to go to the bathroom. When I got back I was starving. What if Harry was in the kitchen? I couldn’t face him right now, so I just laid down.
Finally, I was so hungry, and bored, and alone. I got up and walked out of the room. I peeked downstairs, and saw Harry sitting on the couch. He was texting on his phone, and watching the T.V.
I needed to talk to him, but I didn’t want him to hate me from earlier. I was so mean to him, and I knew it hurt him.
I crept down the stairs, and walked slowly to the couch. Harry was sitting at one end, so I went and sat at the opposite end. I faced him, and just looked at him. He didn’t even look up.
“Harry?” I said.
He didn’t answer.
“Do you hate me now?” I asked.
He still didn’t say anything. I took it as a yes, so I unintentionally let out a small sob, and began crying into my knees.
Harry didn’t even look up. He was so mad at me. I stood up from the couch, and tried to make my way out of the room. Harry stood up and blocked my way.
“Just let me go.” I said burying my face in my hands.
“I thought you wanted to be alone?” he asked.
“I don’t Harry, I hate being alone.” I said.
“Then why did you push me away?” he asked.
“Because you left me alone.” I answered.
Harry nodded his head, and placed his hands on my waist. I didn’t move. I needed him to touch me. I needed him to hold me. I wanted everything to be okay.
“I need you Harry.” I whispered.
He pulled me closer to him by my waist.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I just wanted you to fight for me, and not listen to what I said. To just grab me, and hold me, and love me.” I said softly.
Harry placed his hands on my lower back, and pulled me closer to him. Our bodies were inches apart. I wanted to take the last step toward Harry, but I knew that this part was his job.
“You’re ready?” he whispered into my ear.
“I’m scared.” I whispered back.
“What for?” Harry replied.
“What if I’m not good enough Harry? You could have so much better.” I said.
“I don’t need better. I need you.” he said.
“I’m going to disappoint you.” I whispered.
“You could never disappoint me.” Harry said.
I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. When I opened them, Harry’s big green eyes stared back at me. They were full of passion and love.
“You. Are. Perfect.” Harry said pausing in between each word to kiss from my mouth, down my neck.
I smiled, and buried my face in his neck. He pushed me away from his neck, and his lips met mine. He lowered his hands from my back, and rested them softly on my butt.
“Jump.” He mumbled into my ear.
I did as he said, and jumped into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he began walking to the bedroom. Along the way, he discarded his shirt, and mine, along with shoes and belts.
I tangled my hands into his hair, and Harry dropped my legs, and held me up against the wall.
“I love you okay?” he said.
“I love you too.” I said.
Harry grabbed my hand, and led me into the bedroom. He picked me up and playfully tossed me onto the bed.
I was left in my cami and jeans, and he had on his jeans.
“There is too much in the way.” Harry mumbled reaching for my top.
I giggled, and Harry smiled down at me.
“I love seeing you smile.” Harry said.
“Don’t sweet talk me Styles.” I said.
“You’re going to pay for that.” Harry said with a devious grin.