Sweet like sugar

"Are you stalking me?" Harry asks with his cheeky grin as he cleans up my knees. "Ha ha. How was I meant to know you lived here. I always go for my run past this house, I live just around the corner." I explain as I clean up my tears. He looks up at my with his big green eyes, I get a shiver down my spine. He has a look that makes you feel like you are there, that you aren't dreaming, it's like he is looking into your soul. I look away before I make the mistake of staring again. He stands up and says "All done!" I look down at my knee and it was all patched up. He did a suprisingly good job. I give him a bit of a smile and trying lift my self off the bench I was sitting on, but I pushed off with my hand which put pressure on my wrist. "Owwwww" I cry out in pain and sit back down. Harry grabs my hand "Let me see" he says and takes a look at my wrist. It was even more swollen then when I last looked at it. He presses lightly on it and I cry.

His hands were twice the size of mine. I looked tiny up next to him. I hated that because I love it when guys are tall. "Mel we need to get you to hospital, your wrist is broken." He tells me like he is an expert. I got irritated straight away. "No I am fine, it's not even that bad." It couldn't be, it's my right hand, I am right handed! I needed that hand for work. I try and get down again but I just collapse in pain and cry again. "I am taking you whether you want to go or not!" He snaps. This was weird for me. I didn't even know him and he was acting like he was the boss of me. I am not going to deny though, it felt like I have known him for ages. "Louis can you please help me out man?" He yells. I look at him with my evil eyes as I hear footsteps. Harrys friend from outside came. Oh, he's name is Louis. Thanks for introducing me, I thought to my self, still irritated. "Could you please drive us to the hospital? Sarah has broken her wrist." He asks him but made it out like he had no choice. Louis didn't look like the guy to say no, he seemed relaxed and playful.

Harry picked me up bridal style again and started walking to the car. I wriggle around trying to get him to put me down "I can walk! I haven't broken my leg" I snap, but Harry just keeps walking. I really didn't like him but there was something about him that made me feel weird. I could tell he was the same. I know he doesn't like me. How could he? Look at what a bitch I am being, but he is helping me out and being nice so there must be something about me... I don't know... I am over thinking again. Louis opens the back door and Harry places me in there and does me seatbelt up. He didn't say a word to me or even make eye contact. Maybe he is mad at me for being so rude. Shit I feel bad... It's just how I am, I can't help it. Oh well, I guess its better we don't like eachother, we are 2 completely different people. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Notes

Am I doing okay?