Harry Who?

I again find myself at home with my parents, recovering from another hockey injury, yet again deciding if I go off with my boyfriend, or stay here until I’m sure I’m well enough.

Harry spent as much time with me as he could before he had to return to LA to finish filming ‘Dunkirk’. He could not stop apologizing, insisting it was his fault because he had distracted me, but I could not blame him. Besides that, he acted a little weird around me. Maybe he wasn’t sure what I remembered or not? To be honest, I wasn’t sure what I remembered. If I didn’t remember something, I wouldn’t know that I couldn’t remember it, right?

While Harry finished filming ‘Dunkirk I decided it was probably best that I stay with my parents. I wanted to get out of New York where it was too bright, loud, and simultaneously too many yet not enough distractions. I knew if I stayed in Harry’s apartment I would end up missing him, and probably not making the best choice when it came to deciding if I was ready to go with him to Jamaica or not when the time came.

A few days after I arrived at my parents’ house, Scott dropped by for a visit. I kept getting the feeling that their was something I wanted to ask him, but I couldn’t remember what it was. One afternoon, when it was just the two of us, I thought I’d try to ask him, since I think whatever it was had been important.

“So, um, Scott, I think I was going to ask you something, I just don’t remember what it was,” I sheepishly stated.

“That’s okay, I’m sure it’ll come back to you,” he smiled reassuringly. “If it doesn’t, that’s fine.”

“But I think it was something important, maybe about something that happened recently,” I continued.

“Was it about the ring? Because I haven’t asked her yet. That’s why I’m here actually, to get the ring.”

“The ring?” I asked, searching my mind for a reference to what he might be talking about.

“Oh, uh,” he paused.

“Are you planning on asking Vivian to marry you?” I squealed and grinned at him.

“Uh, yeah,” he nodded, but looked concerned.

“Oh, have we already had this conversation?”

Scott nodded, and as he told me about what we’d talked about at the bar a few weeks ago, after his Stanley Cup party. Slowly it came back to me, in pieces and chunks, then suddenly all at once, and I remembered what I had said to Harry in the hospital room.

“That’s why he was being weird,” I groaned, and hid my face in my hands. I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment, though I knew Scott would understand.

“Uh oh, did you say something while under the influence of some pain meds?” He laughed, probably remembering how susceptible I was in that kind of situation.

“I asked if he knew if you’d already done it, if you’d asked Viv yet. He said he didn’t know, and I blabbed about the ring. Then I dumbly told him that I had wondered if he had some family ring his mom was holding onto for him.” I hung my head and wished I could forget that memory again. “But then he sang to me the next day, that was nice. It really did trigger a lot of memories, both good and bad, but at least I have them back now.”

I looked back up at Scott and he was on his phone looking something up. “Well that explains this. I’m guessing you haven’t been online recently....”

I shook my head. Looking at a screen of any kind still gave me a headache.

“Maybe I shouldn’t show you this, then. But whatever, I’m your brother, not his.” He handed his phone over to me, turning the brightness down all the way so it wouldn’t hurt my sensitive eyes.

I read the headline and that was enough for me to get the gist: ‘Harry Styles seen looking at rings’

There was a picture of him in a store leaning over a jewelry case, but it wasn’t clear what he was looking at. I abruptly handed the phone back to Scott and avoided eye contact. “Does it say anything else?”

Scott scanned the article, though I was sure he had already read it. “Umm… nothing specific.”

“Does it mention me?” I cringed, remembering what happened the last time a picture surfaced of the two of us.

Scott shook his head. “No, but there is a lot of speculation about other girls he’s been seen with over the last few years. Even Taylor Swift. I thought she was dating Tom Hiddleston?”

I ignored that last comment, remembering how unnecessarily jealous I had felt listening to her breakup songs about Harry. I tried really hard to come up with an explanation, because there’s no way he was doing what it looked like he was doing (I couldn’t even bring myself to think those words).

“He wear’s a lot of rings,” I finally said. “Probably just getting another one for himself.”

Scott cocked his head and eyed me skeptically. “Okay, just don’t be surprised when it happens.”

“I feel like you should be saying ‘don’t be disappointed when it doesn't happen’.” I retorted and tried to ignore his stare.

“Ellie, you didn’t see him when you were in the hospital that first night. It was clear, over the next few days, that something was different about him. You looked right at him in the ambulance and didn’t know who he was,” Scott paused. “That changes a guy, makes him think, reorganizes his priorities.”

I changed the subject, because honestly, that was making me uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to speculate over a somewhat blurry picture of my boyfriend in a jewelry store in LA.

Now, I certainly had a lot to decide. Do I go to Jamaica with Harry in a couple weeks, or stay in Ottawa to recover a little longer?

Notes

This story’s reached 1k reads!!!!! Thank you so much for reading and voting and commenting : ) This chapter is a little short, sorry. I didn’t want to draw it out unnecessarily and make it boring.

Alternate ending: http://www.onedirectionfanfiction.org/Story/89905/Harry-Who-Alternate-Ending/


I rewrote the description of this story so it actually matches what’s happened. I guess I had a different idea for this story when I started writing it and got off topic, oops! I might even change the first chapter, since I don’t plan on taking this in that direction any more (no pun intended)

This is so weird, but in real life, the real Scott Wilson (actual hockey player for pittsburgh penguins) just got engaged. I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend! (I don’t know much about most players personal lives, for that matter)

On an unrelated note, I might have mentioned before that I wrote a book, and recently I have been trying to re-write it. I have just posted the first chapter of the re-written book here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/121958213-oxterionn-of-love-and-fast-cars
If anyone wants to check it out.
(it has nothing to do with Harry, or 1D, but if you like my writing you might want to check it out.)
I think I said this before (?) but I got locked out of my first wattpad account because I forgot the password, that's why I have two accounts (I have since retrieved the password, found out how to look up saved passwords in Chrome)

Thank you for reading! : )