I remember the gentle, yet tight grip on my limp hand. I wasn’t capable to squeeze it back yet, but knowing someone was there made me feel better.

But who was it? And where was I?

The last thing I remember was seeing Niall scream at me. And now all I can see is black. But I knew my eyes were closed, I just couldn’t open them. Why couldn’t I?

Then I heard a voice, and it was singing. I couldn’t make out the song, but I could distinctly hear his voice. The singing stopped as soon as someone walked in the room, however.

“How much longer until she’s awake? It’s been over 24 hours.”

“We don’t know. We just have to wait it out. You don’t have to keep singing to her, you know.”

“I know, doctor. But I like to.”

I then heard footsteps go out of the room, but my hand was still being gripped. I then felt a hand caress my face.

“I’m so sorry Evelyn. I’m sorry for everything I’ve pulled on you. If I could switch places with you right now, I would in a heartbeat. I’m going to change, for you. I’m not going to be the ass hole you know that I am. I’m changing. I just want you to wake up, please.”

I then did something I thought I wouldn’t be able to.

I felt him shot up, but his grip on my hand got tighter.

“Doctor! Anyone! Come back please!” he yelled.

I heard someone run back into the room. “What is it?”

“She squeezed my hand!”

Before I knew it, at least an hour went by, and it went by pretty fast. It mainly consisted of me slowly being able to move all of my body. Finally, I did what I wanted to do.

“Evelyn, Evelyn ….. can you see me?”

“Harry …..”

“Doctor, her eyes are finally open …” Harry whispered.

-x-x-x-x-

The next few hours consisted of the doctor making me do a few things and me answering and asking questions. I learned that I ran in front of an oncoming car that day I went to the coffee shop. The day I figured out I wasn’t going to see my friends in public anymore. I didn’t have any broken bones, but I was very bruised and had to take the next few weeks easily. But the doctor told me I was okay to go home in a few hours because of how well I was recovering. When he left the room, I turned my head to look at Harry, who was still holding my hand.

“How long have you been here?” I asked him.

“I got here yesterday as soon as they allowed visitors in here.”

“You stayed the night here?”

“Everyone volunteered. Your sister was going to cancel her big show at the O2 tonight. Brooke was going to shut the store down even though she knew she’d be fired. All of the guys offered to miss our interview today to stay with you last night.”

“But … you’re here.”

“We had a rock-paper-scissors tournament. It came down to Liam and me, but I won.”

I felt like crying. I didn’t know the rest of the guys cared so much about me. “Harry … I’m sorry. For how I treated you.”

“Evelyn, you didn’t do anything wrong. Niall has had his eye on you since you first met, and I didn’t respect that. If anyone is sorry, it should be me.”

I smiled at him and started rubbing his hand with my thumb. “I heard you singing to me.”

“You did?”

“Yeah … I couldn’t make it out, but I heard it. What were you singing?”

“Something To Believe In by The Ramones … that song just reminds me of you. I’ve been singing to you since I got here yesterday, though.”

“Harry….”

“I should call your sister and the boys and tell them you’re awake,” he said. He let go of my hand and walked out of the room.

Harry was being so genuine with me. This wasn’t the Harry I knew two days ago. Maybe I could finally give him a chance. But what was I thinking? How could he change so quickly? Why did it have to take me getting hit by a car for him to change? Niall had been there for me since the beginning. Then why didn’t Niall try harder to be the one to stay with me? Harry had just told him two days ago that he was in my shorts.

All of this was making my head hurt. I shut my eyes and laid back down, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

-x-x-x-

When I woke up, I was in my own bed. I stirred over to see Harry was sitting beside me on the bed, but he was on a laptop. When he noticed me move, though, he shut it and started running his fingers through my hair.

“You’re awake, hello.”

“When did I get home?”

“About two hours ago. When I came back into your hospital room, I thought you had knocked out again and I started freaking out. But the doctor said your meds were still in effect and you just fell back asleep.”

“How’d I get home?”

“Madelyn met me at the hospital and we brought you back. She’s at her gig now, though. So I stayed here.”

I let a smile form across my face. “Thank you.”

Harry kept twirling his fingers in my hair and it felt great. But I couldn’t help but wonder why Niall wasn’t the one beside me. Had he even come to see me since the accident? My smile faded and I looked up at Harry. “Has anyone come to visit?”

“Brooke and Zayn came to the hospital right before we left, but you were sleeping, of course. Liam and Louis came about an hour ago. But that’s it.”

What the fuck? Everyone but Niall came to visit. What the hell was going on with him? I wanted to punch something, but I was too weak to move.

“Harry, can you fetch me something to eat? I feel like I haven’t eaten in years,” I asked.

“Of course,” he replied, tapping my nose with his finger. As soon as he exited my room, I looked around to see if my phone was anywhere close. When I noticed it was on the nightstand beside me, I grabbed it and opened it up. I had around forty text messages.

One from Brooke,

I love you and I’m glad you’re okay. Zayn and I came to see you. When you’re up and running text or call me! <3 <3, B

one from Liam,

Call me when you’re well enough to stay awake. I miss my little sister. – liam

one from Louis,

Liam and I went to visit and what do you do? Not wake up. I’m just playing around. But I’m not. Wake up! I miss your ass. I mean, not your actual ass, I mean you. But your ass is nice, too. Just wake up soon. (: lou

and the rest were from Niall. I skimmed through them, and most of them said something like ‘I miss you’ or ‘wake up please.’ I sat up in bed and decided to call him.

“Hello? Evelyn?”

“Hi, Niall.”

“Ev…it feels nice to hear your voice again.”

“You would have heard it sooner if you had come to visit me.”

“...Ev, I-“

“I mean, seriously, Niall. Harry hasn’t left my side during this whole time. Everyone else had come to see me, and you haven’t.”

“Evelyn, management told me if I went out to see you, it would be bad for the group.”

My voice started to get louder. “All the other guys saw me, Niall! And it would have been different if I just asked you to come over for a nice round of FIFA, but I was in the fucking hospital!”

“I didn’t know they were going to visit, Evelyn! If I did, I would have gone with them!”

“Why did it have to take the others going for you to come, Niall? That should have been a choice you made on your own. The other guys risked their reputation just to come see my unresponsive body for a split second!”

“You don’t understand, Evelyn!”

“I thought you cared for me more than this, Niall.”

“Now you don’t think I care for you? I came and visited you at two in the morning after Harry told me about your little session! You’ve gone behind my back twice with him and I still came crawling to you! Why should I have visited you in the hospital when you’ve done nothing but fuck my best friend behind my back! I wish you wouldn’t have woken up!”

I didn’t say anything back. I couldn’t. I literally lost the will to say anything more to him. The other side of the line was just as silent as I was.

“….Evelyn I’m so sorry, I-“

“No, Niall. Just stop.”

“Evelyn I didn’t mean that, please-“

“Bye, Niall,” I said as I hung up the phone. I figured he’d try and call me back, so I just turned it off. Never had someone said something like that to me before. That hurt worse than what Harry said to me the night I met him.

I started to cry. I know Niall was just looking out for the band’s reputation, but everyone else came and saw me when they weren’t supposed to. Hell, Harry stayed the night at the hospital and was in my room. I’m sure someone got pictures of him helping my sister transport me from the hospital to my flat. But he didn’t care. He stayed beside me this whole time while Niall was somewhere else.

Harry entered my room shortly after I got off the phone with Niall with a plate in his hand that had a grilled cheese on it. When he noticed I was crying, he put the plate down on my nightstand and sat down beside me. He put his hand under my shirt and started to rub my back.

“Are you going to be alright?” he asked me. I looked up at his eyes that were locked on me. I could tell how concerned he was with me. I also noticed how he hadn’t really bothered to fix his hair, but it fell over on his face just right.

I then violently pressed my lips against his. He didn’t struggle, he just kissed me back. He kept one hand on my back and put the other one on my cheek, rubbing my face with his thumb. I put my hands in his hair, pulling lightly on his locks. I then pushed him down flat on the bed with my hands on his shoulders and climbed on top, straddling him. I pulled my shirt over my head revealing my naked torso and threw it to the side. I looked down at Harry, who was eyeing me up and down.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, placing his hands on my hips. “You just got out of the hospital and you literally just woke up.”

The feel of his skin on mine made me shiver. I leaned down to him and started to kiss his neck. I could hear him let out soft groans as I did. He kept his hands on my hips and rolled me over, putting him on top of me. He started to use his tongue to massage my nipples while I moaned in pleasure, and he was taking off my pants while doing so. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off of him and threw it to the side. We were really getting into it when someone knocked on the door. Harry pulled himself away from me.

“Should you get that?”

“I guess…Madelyn is expecting a package,” I said, standing up. I grabbed a robe I had in my room and threw it on. I then made my way to the door to open it.

“Hi th-“ I stopped as I opened the door fully. It wasn’t the delivery man.

It was Niall.

“Evelyn … can I come in?”

“Niall, I … really don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said to him. He was just about to say something but stopped when he spotted something behind me.

“Harry?” Niall asked.

“…Niall? You’re not the delivery man,” Harry stated.

Niall looked at me with a disappointed look on his face.

“He helped me home from the hospital, Niall. I told you he’s been with me the whole time,” I stated to him. “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t mean what I said. I was just mad at myself. I should have never let management decide what I do with my life. If I want to see you, then I can see you.”

“It’s a little late for that. You said you wish I would have never woken up.”

“Dude, what?” Harry chimed in from the background.

“Harry, go in a separate room, please,” I commanded. When he went back in to my room, Niall began talking again.

“You gave Harry a second chance. Why don’t I get one?”

“Harry called me a loser. You wished I was still unconscious. There is a huge difference there, Niall.”

He took my hands in his. “Ev, I have never cared about someone like I care about you. You’ve been so open and honest with me since we’ve met. You know everything about me, and I know everything about you. You’re so fucking special to me, and I’m just so pissed off at myself for not stopping you from going out of the coffee shop. We shouldn’t have even met there. I shouldn’t have even listened to management. I’m so sorry, Evelyn. When I said that, I was just mad that I didn’t try harder to be the one to stay with you. And now I’ve lost you.”

“I’m still here, Niall. It just really hurt me to know that it wasn’t you who stayed at the hospital. It wasn’t you who helped me home. I liked you so much, Niall.”

“…Liked?”

“You’re going to just have to give me some time.”

“Did Harry tell you we’re leaving for our tour in a week?”

I let go of his hands. “A week? You guys only gave people a week to get tickets?”

“All of our shows sold out in less than five minutes.”

“How long is this going to take?”

“Around three months.”

“…Niall, I’ll … I’ll call you, okay?” I closed the door in his face. I walked back into my room to see Harry lying on the bed. I laid down beside him.

“You alright?” he asked me.

“You’re leaving in a week and will be gone for three months and you didn’t tell me?”

“You were released from the hospital a few hours ago. I didn’t want to add anything to your stress level. The doctor told you to take it easy.”

“But you were so willing to have sex with me?”

“I asked you if you wanted it and you said yes!”

“Sorry, I know … I just … you guys are my only friends besides Brooke and Madelyn here … and I don’t know if I can even walk outside without being bombarded by the paparazzi…how am I supposed to go back to work now? I don’t even own a car, you know.” I sighed and rested my head on his chest. He put his arm around my shoulder and started to rub it. “I am going to miss all of you. I know Brooke is too.”

“Brooke isn’t going to miss us,” Harry stated.

“Yes she is. Why would you say that?”

“She’s coming with us.”

That made me shoot up. “What?”

He sat up too. “She was going to tell you when she came to visit you earlier, but you were asleep. Plus, you haven’t called her yet. Her and Zayn are official now, you know.”

“No…I didn’t know...” I felt like crying. Madelyn was starting a European tour in about two weeks, so she would be gone as well. I would be stuck in my flat for three months with no one here to keep me company.

“Come with us.”

I looked over at Harry. “What?”

“I said come with us.”

I shook my head. “Harry, I can’t do that. You’re already going to be in a lot of trouble with management for being at the hospital and my flat with me. How am I supposed to go on tour with you?”

“We don’t care what management says.”

“What about your fans? They all hate me.”

“If we have fans that hate on our friends just because they’re female and they believe the rumors, then that is their loss. Please come with us.

“I … Harry, are you sure? All of you could get a lot of trouble.”

“Look at this,” he said, pulling out his phone. “I messaged the guys while you were asleep.” He showed me text messages each of the guys sent them.

First he showed me Liam’s,

If she came on tour with us, that would be the best thing ever. I say yes. Screw what management says.

then Louis’,

A new person to prank? Yeah! Plus she’s nice to look at. Haha, I give it a 100% yes! Management can suck this!

then Zayn’s,

Brooke wouldn’t be alone, plus she’s wonderful to be around. Yes.

and lastly, Niall’s.

Yes. Please, yes.

I felt tears forming in my eyes. These guys were so loving to me that they were willing to fuck their reputation up just so they could see me every day. Then it made me think of Niall, who said he didn't want to see me because of management, but he texted Harry and told him he wanted me to go on tour? That didn't make any sense. I shrugged it off and looked back at Harry.

“Well, what do you say, Harry?”

“I say, that I can’t go three months without seeing you. So you better come, or I’m going to make you come.”

“I guess I’m going on tour then,” I replied. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, and as I did, I felt him smile. “Now, what did you say about making me come?”

Notes

Okay yeah sorry this chapter is lame but it leads up to something juicy I promise! thanks for reading!