The Only One for Me
Departure
Aly's POV
They let me leave the hospital exactly a week after I woke up. While I was extremely excited to finally be leaving, I was sad because that meant Harry had to go back on tour. He had a flight to California the next day just in time for their opening concert in LA.
I sat in my hospital bed waiting to finally be released. Harry sat next to me, holding a duffel bag full of my stuff. The doctor came in with a wheelchair and crutches. "Alright Miss Kohl, you're all set! Now, the wheelchair is for your way out of the hospital, and I trust we've given you enough practice with these babies that we won't be seeing you here again anytime soon." He smiled warmly, and I smiled back. I had grown very fond of him in the week that I was there.
Harry helped me out of bed and into the wheelchair, and grabbed the crutches. He struggled to hold all of my things, and I giggled.
"Harry, I think you may be carrying just one too many things. Let me take my bag, I'll hold it in my lap."
"Are you sure that wouldn't be too much?" He said, looking at the doctor. I laughed. He had become so protective lately, it was kind of adorable.
"I'll be fine, Haz," I said, smiling. "I feel like a million bucks. Or at least a thousand," I trailed off, laughing. "Give me the bag you stubborn bastard." He handed over the bag. "Now," I said, "I'll race you to the elevator!" And with that I took off, as he laughed and jogged behind me.
When we got to the elevator, I hollered back to the doctor, who was doubled over laughing. "Thank you for everything!" I said as we waited for the elevator.
After a minute the doctor managed to get out, "That elevator's out of order. Go to the one on the other side of the wing!"
We took off again, but slowed down shortly into the race. I really wasn't strong enough yet, so I stopped for breath. "Harry," I said, wheezing, "I may not be in as good of shape as I used to be." He rushed over to me and pushed me the rest of the way to the elevators.
Soon he began singing softly to me. "You can't go to bed without a cup of tea..." I listened, loving his voice, until the last line, when I joined in. "I'm in love with you, and all your little things."
We came to an abrupt halt. Harry stared at me and I began to feel self-conscious. "I didn't know you could sing, Aly!" He exclaimed, and I blushed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
I laughed. "Well, it's not exactly an attractive opening line. 'Hello, I'm Aly, and I'm an amazing singer.' Tell me with a straight face that you would have liked me if I had said that to you when we first met. Also, you're wrong. I'm an average singer. I'm not anything special."
"NOT ANYTHING SPECIAL?! You're amazing!!!! Do you know what this means, babe? I could get you signed and you could come on tour with us!" Harry looked like a little boy on Christmas morning. "It would be perfect!" He was beaming at me.
"Harry," I said gently, "You're missing a few things. First, I'm not signed. Second, you already have an opening act, not to mention a band that should probably have a part in this decision. And finally, I have to go to Stanford in the fall. It's just not realistic, babe." His face fell. "Harry, I'm sorry. I just don't think that could work." I felt horrible. I had crushed his (admittedly ridiculous) idea. But there were so many more reasons why that wouldn't work besides college and music. Mainly, I hadn't sung onstage since I had done musicals and duets with Riley. After he left, I stopped singing, and to be honest, the idea of being in front of the directioners on a regular basis scared the shit out of me since what had happened on twitter right before my breakdown.
"Also Harry," I said softly, "I have to recover first. The doctor said that it'll probably take me a few months before I can exert myself. Maybe we can talk about it with my parents later, though. Right now, I just want to get out of this hospital and go home." I craned my neck up to try and kiss him on the cheek, but failed miserably. "Will you bend over?" I asked, laughing. He teased me, leaning in but pulling away at the last second. "Harold Edward Styles!" I exclaimed crossly, "I am crippled!" He laughed and bent over, kissing me, not on the cheek, but a good, proper kiss on the lips.
We made our way to the elevator and waited for a bit, chatting about nonsense. When it finally arrived, there were 3 teenage girls in it, one of whom was sporting a bright pink cast.
Unfortunately for us, they recognized Harry immediately. They started shrieking uncontrollably. We managed to quiet them long enough for us to get into the elevator, but as soon as the doors closed, they went completely berserk. I tried to move away from them, afraid of what their reaction to me would be, but I felt safer when Harry put his arm around me supportingly. He was so at ease with crazed fangirls, I was really impressed.
One of the girls noticed that his arm was around me, and asked me, "Wait, are you, like, his girlfriend?" I blushed and looked up at him.
"Ummm," I stuttered, afraid of their hostile glances, but Harry saved me.
"Yeah, we've been together for a few months now," He said calmly.
Their faces changed from angry to happy. "So Hally is official?" Said the girl with the cast. "Rachel, you owe me ten bucks." They were all beaming at us.
"It was about time you got a nice girlfriend, Haz," Said the girl called Rachel. "We still haven't gotten over Haylor." I laughed.
"To be honest, neither have I," Said Harry, laughing along with us. "But, a fun fact about Aly, actually, is that she is a super megafan!"
They looked at me with glee. "What time was the band formed?" Rachel shot at me.
"8:22 pm on July 23, 2010." I answered with a straight face.
Harry stared at me, shocked. "What was the name of my childhood hamster?" He asked.
"Hamster. Can we not? I rather enjoy my pride, and I'd rather not lose it." I answered, blushing.
The girls looked at Harry with huge smiles on their faces. "You picked a good one, Haz," They said, beaming. "We like her."
We continued chatting until we got to the lobby, and when we got out of the elevator we all took a picture together, Harry signed the girl's cast, we exchanged instagrams, and Harry promised to give Niall Rachel's number.
By the time we finally got to check out, I was beaming so hard I thought I would never stop smiling. We went outside to leave, but were greeted by tons of paparazzi, who started bombarding us with questions and snapping pictures of us. Harry and I struggled through, well, he struggled through, since I was pretty much useless. When we finally got to the car, Harry helped me in, and we locked the doors.
"Well," I said to Harry, who was completely out of breath.
Between pants, he managed to get out one word: "Sorry," And then we both started laughing uncontrollably.
"That was a hell of an escape, Styles. " I said, giggling. "I take it you don't go many places without bodyguards..."
He nodded.
"Well, you done good, Haz. Will you always be there to rescue me?"
He looked at me, suddenly completely serious. "Hell yes." He said firmly, and we drove off.
They let me leave the hospital exactly a week after I woke up. While I was extremely excited to finally be leaving, I was sad because that meant Harry had to go back on tour. He had a flight to California the next day just in time for their opening concert in LA.
I sat in my hospital bed waiting to finally be released. Harry sat next to me, holding a duffel bag full of my stuff. The doctor came in with a wheelchair and crutches. "Alright Miss Kohl, you're all set! Now, the wheelchair is for your way out of the hospital, and I trust we've given you enough practice with these babies that we won't be seeing you here again anytime soon." He smiled warmly, and I smiled back. I had grown very fond of him in the week that I was there.
Harry helped me out of bed and into the wheelchair, and grabbed the crutches. He struggled to hold all of my things, and I giggled.
"Harry, I think you may be carrying just one too many things. Let me take my bag, I'll hold it in my lap."
"Are you sure that wouldn't be too much?" He said, looking at the doctor. I laughed. He had become so protective lately, it was kind of adorable.
"I'll be fine, Haz," I said, smiling. "I feel like a million bucks. Or at least a thousand," I trailed off, laughing. "Give me the bag you stubborn bastard." He handed over the bag. "Now," I said, "I'll race you to the elevator!" And with that I took off, as he laughed and jogged behind me.
When we got to the elevator, I hollered back to the doctor, who was doubled over laughing. "Thank you for everything!" I said as we waited for the elevator.
After a minute the doctor managed to get out, "That elevator's out of order. Go to the one on the other side of the wing!"
We took off again, but slowed down shortly into the race. I really wasn't strong enough yet, so I stopped for breath. "Harry," I said, wheezing, "I may not be in as good of shape as I used to be." He rushed over to me and pushed me the rest of the way to the elevators.
Soon he began singing softly to me. "You can't go to bed without a cup of tea..." I listened, loving his voice, until the last line, when I joined in. "I'm in love with you, and all your little things."
We came to an abrupt halt. Harry stared at me and I began to feel self-conscious. "I didn't know you could sing, Aly!" He exclaimed, and I blushed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
I laughed. "Well, it's not exactly an attractive opening line. 'Hello, I'm Aly, and I'm an amazing singer.' Tell me with a straight face that you would have liked me if I had said that to you when we first met. Also, you're wrong. I'm an average singer. I'm not anything special."
"NOT ANYTHING SPECIAL?! You're amazing!!!! Do you know what this means, babe? I could get you signed and you could come on tour with us!" Harry looked like a little boy on Christmas morning. "It would be perfect!" He was beaming at me.
"Harry," I said gently, "You're missing a few things. First, I'm not signed. Second, you already have an opening act, not to mention a band that should probably have a part in this decision. And finally, I have to go to Stanford in the fall. It's just not realistic, babe." His face fell. "Harry, I'm sorry. I just don't think that could work." I felt horrible. I had crushed his (admittedly ridiculous) idea. But there were so many more reasons why that wouldn't work besides college and music. Mainly, I hadn't sung onstage since I had done musicals and duets with Riley. After he left, I stopped singing, and to be honest, the idea of being in front of the directioners on a regular basis scared the shit out of me since what had happened on twitter right before my breakdown.
"Also Harry," I said softly, "I have to recover first. The doctor said that it'll probably take me a few months before I can exert myself. Maybe we can talk about it with my parents later, though. Right now, I just want to get out of this hospital and go home." I craned my neck up to try and kiss him on the cheek, but failed miserably. "Will you bend over?" I asked, laughing. He teased me, leaning in but pulling away at the last second. "Harold Edward Styles!" I exclaimed crossly, "I am crippled!" He laughed and bent over, kissing me, not on the cheek, but a good, proper kiss on the lips.
We made our way to the elevator and waited for a bit, chatting about nonsense. When it finally arrived, there were 3 teenage girls in it, one of whom was sporting a bright pink cast.
Unfortunately for us, they recognized Harry immediately. They started shrieking uncontrollably. We managed to quiet them long enough for us to get into the elevator, but as soon as the doors closed, they went completely berserk. I tried to move away from them, afraid of what their reaction to me would be, but I felt safer when Harry put his arm around me supportingly. He was so at ease with crazed fangirls, I was really impressed.
One of the girls noticed that his arm was around me, and asked me, "Wait, are you, like, his girlfriend?" I blushed and looked up at him.
"Ummm," I stuttered, afraid of their hostile glances, but Harry saved me.
"Yeah, we've been together for a few months now," He said calmly.
Their faces changed from angry to happy. "So Hally is official?" Said the girl with the cast. "Rachel, you owe me ten bucks." They were all beaming at us.
"It was about time you got a nice girlfriend, Haz," Said the girl called Rachel. "We still haven't gotten over Haylor." I laughed.
"To be honest, neither have I," Said Harry, laughing along with us. "But, a fun fact about Aly, actually, is that she is a super megafan!"
They looked at me with glee. "What time was the band formed?" Rachel shot at me.
"8:22 pm on July 23, 2010." I answered with a straight face.
Harry stared at me, shocked. "What was the name of my childhood hamster?" He asked.
"Hamster. Can we not? I rather enjoy my pride, and I'd rather not lose it." I answered, blushing.
The girls looked at Harry with huge smiles on their faces. "You picked a good one, Haz," They said, beaming. "We like her."
We continued chatting until we got to the lobby, and when we got out of the elevator we all took a picture together, Harry signed the girl's cast, we exchanged instagrams, and Harry promised to give Niall Rachel's number.
By the time we finally got to check out, I was beaming so hard I thought I would never stop smiling. We went outside to leave, but were greeted by tons of paparazzi, who started bombarding us with questions and snapping pictures of us. Harry and I struggled through, well, he struggled through, since I was pretty much useless. When we finally got to the car, Harry helped me in, and we locked the doors.
"Well," I said to Harry, who was completely out of breath.
Between pants, he managed to get out one word: "Sorry," And then we both started laughing uncontrollably.
"That was a hell of an escape, Styles. " I said, giggling. "I take it you don't go many places without bodyguards..."
He nodded.
"Well, you done good, Haz. Will you always be there to rescue me?"
He looked at me, suddenly completely serious. "Hell yes." He said firmly, and we drove off.
11/2/13