Harry Styles, I'm Not Your Puppet (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (On Hold for Now)

Ch. 21 "Walls"

―Liam―

I tune out everything except the road, Aria, and the incessant honking of the car horn. Get out of the way. Get out of the way! My hazards are on, but everyone doesn’t seem to care. MOVE!

Why are they not moving?! Don’t they not know that a girl’s unconscious here? Possibly dying?

Finally though, I arrive in front of the emergency room and the doctors and nurses are outside waiting for me. They don’t even hesitate; they go into action, the door’s open and then Aria’s on a gurney. Like they teleported her.

“What happened? What did she take!” A portly brunette nurse yells at me while running and wheeling her into the hospital. I’m keeping speed behind them.

“Aspirin,” I say, looking at Aria’s face. They’re already gathering equipment, stuff to pump her stomach.

The nurse looks a little relieved for a second, but doesn’t say anything to me. The worried, but serious, expression her job forces her to display returns. “Stay here,” she orders me.

I immediately want to protest, that no, I should be there with her, she’ll need me, but the nurse’s face causes me to stop in my tracks, and just watch. Just watch as they roll her behind flapping doors, leaving me alone with no one.

I look around at the small room I was left in, a waiting room apparently. I see people crying, people just casually looking through magazines, none looking up to see me. How could they be doing these things at the same time?

People are dying here…

I force myself to not focus on that thought, people may be dying, but Aria isn’t doing that. Not yet, she’ll live a long life. Instead, I wonder about each person’s story. How they got here, who they’re here for, or were here for…No, Liam, she’ll be okay.

So I stand and wait. I stand and wait for someone to tell me something and for them to tell me Aria is okay. That everything will be fine.

I pace, standing isn’t enough.

Even if things are horrible, if the world is ending, if Aria is fine, everything is fine.

And if Aria isn't fine...well, then I’ll just wait and pace forever. I’ll wait until the world ends, and I with it.

―Kim―

Niall looks at me, ready to go. He has my purse on his shoulder in a pose that says: I’ll go. I’m ready. I take the purse from him gently and don’t even bother telling him he’s not going with me, but that he’s going in the cab, instead I tell them all at once: “I’m taking Harry.”

Both Louis and Zayn don’t seem surprised, I can’t even see Harry who’s behind me, as I said that, except Niall, who suddenly looks at me angrily. “What? Why? I thought you hated him, why are you taking him?”

For that, I had no other explanation other than I needed him to. I needed someone there that wouldn’t be afraid to hold me. And even if Harry was afraid of that, he’d still do it. Maybe he wouldn’t…I’m willing to take the risk. “I just am,” I say.

Harry becomes semi-smart for the moment and doesn’t say a word about what had happened between us overnight. He just nods at everyone to let them know he was going. He’d go with me.

Was it really last night that I was worrying about what Jake would think of me? I go out front and wait for Terrence. Did I really like Jake so much? Or was I wrapped up in the idea of being liked? Did I just like that feeling? Did I mistake that for love? Well, maybe not love…a likeship? A mutual likeship. A not quite relationship, but yeah, a likeship.