Survivors

I blink a few times, checking if my vision is correct. I thought that the nurse was kidding! Guess not. Harry stands awkwardly by the door, suddenly taking a very big interest in his shoes. I'm only able to form two words in my mind, "Thank you," I whisper so only he can hear me. He looks up at me, clearly shocked. "My car hit you. You had to have a surgery or you would never be able to walk again. You could have died, and your thanking me. Why," he murmurs as a lost look takes over his features. "Thank you for paying for the surgery. I would never have been able to pay for it. Thank you," I whisper back, finally looking him in the eyes. He sighs and says, "It's the least I could do after I almost killed you." I give him a genuine smile, the first smile I have given anyone in four days. It feels almost alien like to smile again and to be smiling a the one person I thought I would never smile at, much less talk to, Harry Styles. He smiles back at me, a kind smile that is almost reassuring in ways. The pictures on the internet never exactly captured all the emotions behind that smile, never will. "Can I get you anything," he asks in an almost nervous tone. I cant help it, it just comes out, "Are you Harry Styles, the womanater, nervous talking to me?" I ask in a shocked tone. "No," he responds in a rushed tone. "I'm just have -um, nerves from, you know the -um car crash." he finishes, and with a lot of ums. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Ok, you come talk to me when you can tell the truth," I state. "Yah," he murmurs, almost too softly for me to hear. "So your lying," i question him as a smirk starts to form on my face. "No, of course not. I didn't say I was lying," he quickly says. "It's called reading between the lines," I tell him as I shift in my bed so that I can see his expression better. He stands uncomfortably by the door, suddenly taking interest in his shoes, again. He finally responds with, "I'm not lying." I sigh, knowing I wont be able to get anywhere else with this subject today, but maybe tomorrow. Before I can even think about it, I blurt out, "Would you mind coming over tomorrow, or do you have plans. It gets kind of lonely in here," I add quietly. Now it's my turn to be nervous. Harry seems to like this fact. He smirks at me before responding, "I would love to." I smile, gaining my confidence back again. "See you tomorrow," I say, still smiling. He nods at me and gives me another smile before leaving the room. This boy is very different than most. Everything is different about him. I like it. I feel like I need one thing in my life that isn't normal. I smile before laying back down, falling asleep almost instantly.

HARRY'S POV:
I take a walk to the cafeteria. I need to let lose and sort through my emotions. This girl is so much more different then the other girls I have met. Different. I smile at the word. My world is way different then normal boys my age. Maybe I need to stay with different, because if someone threw me into a normal life, i probably wouldn't fare very well. I slowly rise from my seat in the cafeteria. I start walking to my room, and when I get there, I lay down and drift off almost immediately. But I have one last thought before I drift off, this girl could be a step towards a new life.

Notes

Longer one today! I would love some more feedback on my story! What do you want to see in future chapters? I have an idea of what I want to do, but I would love feedback!