Broken

-Kate-

“Hmm” I groaned slowly waking up from my bed.

I Am in a hospital room. A full on hospital room. I look down at myself and see I am wearing a hospital gown while my clothes are in a plastic bag on the ground. I try to move but realize that there is an IV needle on my skin causing a sharp pain in my hand.

“You're awake.” A male voice says.

I look over at the voice to see a boy sitting in a chair next to my bed. His hair is in a quiff and he lots of piercings. I look down at his arms which have multiple tattoos, but not a full sleeve.

“What your name.” I ask the him.

“Harry.” He replies.

“My name is um-”

Harry cut my sentence of short. “Kate. I know.”

“Why am I here.” I ask

“You don’t remember?” Harry asks furrowing his eyebrows.

"No. I don't think so." I reply.

"Your awake! That is good." A man says walking in the room.

I look over to what looks like a doctor. He is wearing blue scrubs. He has a couples of tattoos but not many.

"Know do you remember anything that happened last night?" The man asks sitting in a chair next to my bed.

I prop myself up on my elbows and nodd no.

"Don't worry it will come back to you soon. The memory loss is only temporary. You are fine to leave just. Take it easy ok. I am Liam by the way. " the man says smiling.

Liam's takes the IV out of my hand and puts a band aid on it before leaving.

"I will leave you to get changed." Harry's says walking out the room.

I quickly change into my clothes from last night. As pick up my shirt I start to remember. His name was Zayn. He got me drunk. My memory is still a little fuzzy but it's coming back.

I slip on my boots and walk outside the hospital room.

“Thanks for taking me to the hospital. You don’t have to drop me back home I can walk.” I say to Harry who has done more than enough for me.

“Of course I am dropping you back home. It’s winter.” He says sternly.

I look at Harry closely examining all his tattoos and piercings. He has one two piercings one on his lip and another just above his eyebrow.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Harry did not say one thing to me during the car ride. All I could hear was the faint noise of the radio. Never in a million years did I ever think i would be talking to Harry. In my opinion Harry is like the “man whore” of the school. He gets around. I would be lying if I said I was totally comfortable around Harry. I mean his appearance is just so… aggressive.

“Erm, thanks Harry for um dropping me back home.” I say.

“No problem.”

“His name was Zayn, right?” I say furrowing my eyebrows.

“You remember.” Harry says.

“I think so, but why me? Just why me?” I slowly break down in tears.

“Come here.” Harry holds out his arms for me.

I don't move. I can’t move. I mean I want to just crawl in his arms but I can’t. I am too scared. I don’t why I am scared what if he is like Zayn? I mean what if he just wants to hurt me?

“I have to be somewhere. I think you should go.” I mumble before closing the door.
“Who was that?” I jump and turn around to see me mother tapping her heel on the wood floor.

“Ohh, he is a erm…, friend.” That was a total lie. He is not even close to being my friend.

“You have friends know! Tell me tell me!” My mom says rushing over to me like.

"Oh my mom is not like that we were just talking at he dropped me home." There is no chance that I am telling my mom anything that just happened last night. She would flip on me.

"So is he like your boyfriend."

"Ew. No. Mom." I grown.

My mom always interested in the love life that I never had. I always read them in novels. The man finds the woman and sweeps her off her off her feet, and they live happily ever after.

"Fine don't tell me but he was pretty cute." My mom says winking at me.

"Shut up mom." I grumble walking up to my bedroom.

Laying down on my bed, I just can't help not think about Harry. He was incredible sexy. His tattoos perfectly out line his lean body, and his disorganized curly hair was hanging off his head. He is every girls dream boy. He was a bad boy. Every girl wants a bad boy, including me. When I was around him he did not seem that bad. I never have a chance with a boy like Harry. He is popular, he sleeps around, people like him. As for me my own teachers don’t remember my name.

Notes

So there is the 3rd chapter enjoy!

xoxo,

Sydni