Julia's POV
Pain. It was the first thing I felt. The second was confusion. What happened? I was so confused. Then I remembered the crash. I can't believe I survived. I thought for sure I was going to die. Well, then again when my parents bought me a car when I passed my driver's test, they wanted to make sure to buy a sturdy and tough model. I know I sound like a spoiled rich girl but I'm not, I've had my fair share or tough situations. I always try not to sound spoiled, but sometimes people get that image about me. Anyway, I hope Sam is ok. If I'm alive then she definitely is, because she was on my other side when the car hit us. Then, I focused on what I had been avoiding since I woke up. Harry. He for sure must have been just a trick of light, a burst of imagination. Of course! We had been so absorbed in them that my brain just made it up. Besides, One Direction has people for driving. They have people for everything. Yes, that's it. There's no Harry Styles. I laughed a tiny bit in my head. But a tiny voice squeaked, Maybe Harry really was driving. You don't know for sure that it wasn't him. I started to think things over. Then I gave up. I'll figure it out once I get up. If I ever get up. I'm so tired. But I'm sure I'd been asleep for a while, because my arms and legs had that feeling that they haven't been used for a while. I was pretty bored of sleeping anyway, so I started to wake up a bit. I had to command my self to do everything. "Ok, shake your arms out a tiny bit. Yes, good. Now your legs." One of my legs felt really weird. It was heavy. Maybe it's just me. After my body felt less stiff, I focused on slowly opening my eyes. The light was bright, so I had to focus on a tiny bit of my eye at each time. Finally, my eyes fluttered open. My head was rested on a pillow and I was under blankets. I pulled the one covering me, a soft purple one, towards me. I gasped. The blanket revealed a purple cast that came up to below my knee that was covered with a few signatures. I started to instinctively sit up. Not a good idea. "Owwwww" I groaned. I flopped down gently. "Are you ok? Do you feel alright?" a voice said, startling me. I froze. That voice sounded just like- "I'm Harry Styles. I'm in the band One Direction, if you've ever heard of us." he said. I slowly looked up. Oh My God! It was him. My eyes widened and I felt dizzy. Harry Styles. Just feet away. Talking to me. He saw me start to freak a little. "Oh no! Don't freak out! It's ok it's just me."
I took two deep breaths and calmed down. Don't embarrass yourself. Just relax. I opened my mouth to talk but a strange choke sound came out. My throat was incredibly dry.
"Oh, wait and I'll get some water." he told me. He got out of bed and grabbed the pitcher of water on a table next to me. "I couldn't talk either, when I woke up." He handed a cup to me and sat down in a chair by my bed. I suddenly felt super self conscious drinking the water. (Which tasted amazing.) He was watching me strangely, with something that I couldn't describe. After drinking the water, I put the cup next to me on a table and spoke again. "I'm not going to freak out, I was just surprised, if you could imagine that."
He laughed. Oh my god. He was so beautiful. "Yes, I guess I can see where you might have been a bit startled."
Then, I froze. I don't know him. He's judging me right now to figure out what type of person I am. Oh no, I was scared now. I'm going to say something wrong. I started to freak a tiny bit. Then, I heard Sam, or I should say the whole floor heard Sam. "JULIA!!" she yelled. She ran over and hugged me. "Ummmm. Ow." I said.
"Whoops!" she laughed. I was so happy to see her.
"I missed you so much!" she squeaked. "You were asleep for like almost two days."
"I missed you too! You're ok, right?" I asked.
"Yes, I have some bruises and this," she said holding up her arm, which which was in a blue cast,"but other than that I'm fine. Nothing compared to you."
"Oh no, did you break it?" I asked, motioning to her wrist.
"Yes, but it's fine. Besides, have you seen yourself lately? You're much worse than I am."
"Why, I know I have a broken leg, but that's all, right?
It was Harry this time who spoke up. "Actually, in addition, you have two broken ribs, as well as some pretty deep cuts. And, um," he hesitated. "You have quite a lot of bruises."
"Oh."
"Ah, here, take a look. But remember, the doctors said you're healing fast and you'll clear up soon enough and-" Sam stuttered, handing me the small mirror that I saw earlier on a table.
"Just let me see." I said. She handed it to me and stepped back a little.
"Oh my...." I gasped. I looked terrible. Black, blue, and yellow bruises were everywhere. I had many cuts and scratches. Not to mention my hair was a mess.
"You'll look better tomorrow, and then you'll be almost back to normal in just a few days. The bruises are already fading, and your cuts are going away. Your going to be in that cast for a bit though." Sam told me.
I was relived to here that I was healing. "Well, as long as this" gesturing to my face and body "goes away soon, than I'll be good."
Then I noticed how upset Harry looked. I turned to Sam and asked if she would bring me some food. "Sure! But we also better call the nurses over. They told us to get them when you woke up."
"That's fine! I'm just, ummm,I'm really hungry."
"Of course you are! I'll be right back!" she said, and left. As much as I love her, I needed to talk to Harry alone.
"You know I don't usually look like this, right." I attempted to make him smile. He put a fake grin on his face and then let it fall.
"Harry, what's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing." Ya, right.
"C'mon really. Why are you so upset?"
He looked up at me. "Look at yourself. You're hurting, and it's all my fault. I was the one driving. I almost killed you. I made you like this. Stranded in a hospital bed, in pain."
"Harry!" I said. "Don't talk like that. It was just an accident. It wasn't your fault."
"Yes, it was my fault. If I'd been more careful than you would have been fine."
"Harry. Stop right now. Don't go blaming yourself for this. It could have happened to anyone. So just stop. I don't want to hear it."
"But-" Harry started, but I cut him off.
"Stop."
"I-"
"I said stop. You are not at blame at all. Remember that."
He gave me a smile. "You're a great person, Julia"
"Thanks, Harry." I said. Then the nurses came in and separated us.
Wow. I just had a conversation with Harry Styles. This is a weird day.

Notes

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-Julia @five_little_things