Into The Night

Forty-Three

I could barely remember the past couple of minutes. There were the vivid memories of me running through the forest, and I was exhausted but I kept going.

I remembered Ajax lending me his motorcycle, telling me to just go even with Niall's protests that I've never ridden a motorcycle like that before. He's right, I haven't. And never have I driven something with so much horsepower to a certain speed I could almost destroy it.

But I was panicked.

They tried to calm me down, saying it was just a simple injury. To be honest, I don't care, simple or not, it's still an injury. Fuck, this kind of explains why I was looking out for her.

I tilted my head up and leaned it against the white hospital wall as it was throbbing so badly. My fingers fidget with each other, my foot tapping as I could barely concentrate about things.

People pass by every so often, either civilian or health worker but I couldn't careless. What the heck?! It was just a nice evening to begin with!

I was shaking, not because of the cold but more likely it's because I was nervous.

"Hey." I heard Taylor's calm voice call to me so I immediately turned my head to look at her. She seemed alright, except. . .

I closed my eyes for a moment and then I walked towards her. All along, I knew somehow, it was my fault. I've been dragging her out here ever since I entered her bedroom and now. . .

"Oh God, I am so sorry." I said. "God! I'm so--"

Taylor shrugged, "I would say it's okay but it's not. But I can say it's not your fault. I was the one stupid enough to walk on the steep side."

I looked at her right hand, it was wrapped in pure white bandage and I feared it might be broken. They said it was, she fell from a tree, landing on her arm but her wrist took the damage.

"What did the doctors say?" I asked. "I am so sorry I--"

"Harry." She said in a gentle tone. "It wasn't your fault, why do you sound loathsome? You were an entire forest away from me and —  j-just try not to be dramatic about it, it's a fracture but I'll be fine."

That should change my mind but it didn't. I was still shaking about the incident, and I honestly feel so cold right now.

"I need to take you home." I said, finally composing myself. "God, I need to apologise to your parents and--"

"No!" She shouted, her voice almost booming out in the hallways that people started looking. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Harry, no."

"Taylor, how are you going to explain that?" I asked, slightly frustrated at the fact that she just won't agree.

She'll get scolded, I know that! But the fact that if no one takes the blame for her, she'll just end up getting all of the blame. I don't care if it gives me a bad reputation to her parents! I don't care, they never even met me anyways.

"I don't know." She answered very calmly, it was terrifying. "I just don't know. But we can't tell my parents that I've been out here during the night!"

Her tone was rapidly changing and I could already sense the anger in her. What is she angry at me for?! I was just looking out for her and I'm trying not to get her in trouble. I could easily make up a story that wouldn't get her in trouble and now I don't know why she doesn't want that.

What, now she wants to avoid me meeting her parents?!

"You wouldn't be able to hide that." I said. "Given the fact that you're right-handed."