Once in a lifetime

*Harry*

"Damn it." I said, starting to tear up. I glanced at the bouquet of white roses and the note. Things would've been better if I didn't call her 'Sammybear'…damn. I miss her already…why didn't I keep my hands on the wheel? Because I thought she would forget. But she didn't. Which meant I had hurt her physically and mentally. I sat in the waiting room, hoping she fall in a coma again and forget. But I knew she wouldn't. A nurse came by and nodded toward me. "Mr. Styles, your girlfriend–" "Ex." I corrected her miserably. "Your ex has some leg and arm damage. You both were very lucky." "Yeah, sure." I said, knowing I wasn't lucky because I had lost Samantha.

"Well then, good-bye, sir." The nurse swayed her hips when she walked away. Bitch. Ring ring ring ring. "Hello?" "Hey baby. Listen. Management heard about the accident–and they're pissed off." "Why?" "Because you were in the car with a girl. And I am supposed to be your girlfriend." "Nikki–" "Management said it's off. We don't need to date anymore, because you found another girl. If she survives. Ta-ta!" "Wait–" Beeep. "Argh!" I felt so angry I could've been a temporary Hulk. "Mr. Styles?" "Yeah…" It wasn't the flirty nurse, it was a doctor. Thank goodness. "Your girl–" "Why does everyone think I'm dating her?" I huffed. "Your friend is able to leave the hospital in a week or so. You can visit her again tomorrow, but the visiting hours for today are over." "Okay, doc." I said and walked out, leaving the bouquet of roses there.

Notes

Poor Harry…do you think he would've told Samantha about the dating setup if he could?

~Kayla~