Harry’s POV

“Bella? Bella!?” I yell. I’m panicking now. All of the sudden the back door opens and Mark slides in.

“Hey Styles, where’s Bella?”

I shouldn’t have brought her, “She’s passed out right next to me. What should I do? Should I bring her home or to the emergency room? Oh My Go-”

All of the sudden there’s banging on my car windows. We’re surrounded by paps and fans flashing pictures of inside the car.

The camera flashes! That’s what made Bella pass out. The doctor told us how sensitive her head is going to be with light for awhile. This is all my fault.

“Drive, Styles! Get away from these people,” Mark snaps me out of
my panic. My foot slowly presses the gas down so I don’t hit anyone with my car. I have one hand on the wheel and one hand rubbing Bella’s back in the way that I know comforts her.
Big and light circles across her back, just enough for her to know that she isn’t alone. I can feel her breathing slowly which comforts me a little. We’re inching away from the crowds slowly, but soon we’re far enough where I can go faster.

Slowly Bella sits back up and she rests her head against the window. I take my eyes off the road for a second to look at her quickly. She’s incredibly pale and her eyes are closed as she concentrates on her breathing. This is exactly what she used to do after she’d have panic attacks. She sits quietly and focuses on breathing and if you say anything to her or tell her to do anything she’ll lose it again.

“It was the flashes. They-they made her pass out. It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have brought her”, I’m close to tears with the guilt I feel right now. She’s sitting next to me, breathing steadily.

“It’ll be okay. We just need to get her home as fast as we can”, Mark says as a tear slips out of my eye. I wipe it away as quickly as I can so Mark hopefully doesn’t see, “How has she been, like around you and the guys? You said she didn’t remember you at first, right?”

“She’s been surprisingly good. Yeah, she doesn’t remember us at all from before.”, I pause to sigh, “It’s kinda cute though to see she has the same quirks as before. Her personality and everything are exactly the same.” I’m slowly relaxing even though I know I’ll never actually be relaxing around Bella. There truly is never a dull moment when I’m around her.

I stop the car at the red light. We’re almost back home now. I look over and watch as she opens her eyes slowly and gazes out the window. A single tear falls out of her eye which breaks my heart into a million pieces.

I love Bella. And Bella used to love me. And maybe she still does, but I don’t know if I can go through waiting for her to find out. I hate seeing her broken and sad. That car accident is the worst thing to ever happen to me. It barely hurt me physically, but emotionally is crushed me. What happens if Bella doesn’t love me again? What if the car accident ruined everything for us?

“Styles! The light is green”, Mark snaps me out of my thoughts for the second time so far this car ride.

I put both of my hands on the wheel now and go forward as my thoughts take over my brain. I can’t help but think about my future with Bella. If she even wants one. If I even want one. I love her, I know I do. And she said earlier that she’d be willing to start where we left off, but she doesn’t know anything about me. I mean, she just learned my last name.

We pull up to the big house that Bella designed and we share. Mark and Bella get out of the car and greet each other. I don’t know what they said because I’m sitting in the car still feeling guilty and sad.

Mark knocks on the car window and motions for me to get out before turning with Bella and walking to the front door and disappearing inside the house. I sigh heavily before following them, dragging my feet a little.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need to take some medicine for my head because it hurts like hell, but other than that I’m okay, Louis Tomlinson.”, Bella says to the guys who are still sitting in the living room. There’s a football match on TV, but they muted it for Bella. That’s how much they love her too. I grin when she uses Louis’ full name. She used to always call him with it. She said she liked to say it. Must be an American thing.

I walk to the medicine cabinet to get Bella the medicine her doctor gave us and some water. “Here you go, love”, I bring it over to her. We haven’t talked yet about what happened. And I know she won’t want to.

She thanks me and takes the pill. She’s busy talking to the guys and Mark. I’m still stuck in my thoughts, worrying. Worrying about Bella. Worrying about the future. Do I want to start where we left off? I love her, but will I just be hurt even more if we try this again?

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