Unconditional

Chapter 6

-Harry

We get to the hospital and they rush her in. I'm numb I can't feel a thing besides the little drips of tears flowing down my face. I feel sick whoever did this is dead. I hope she will be okay. She is my heart and soul and I will do anything to make sure this never happens to her again. Should I call her grandad? What should I do? I know if I call him she may get mad at me, but if I don't what would she tell him? I think I should just wait till I get to talk to her and ask. I still feel numb I can't even mumble a single word. I wait in the waiting room frozen. My hands on my face with my knees holding up my elbows. I feel so dead inside knowing I just did something terribly wrong while I could have been there protecting her. Why would anyone want to hurt my baby girl? She has never done anything to anybody. She is just quiet in school not bothering anybody. She had one friend there, Cam. I had no reason at all to even be close to jealous over him. He was this dorky kid who focused on his work and was intimidated by me. He may know something about this.

"Harold Styles!" The doctor says.

I jump up and run to the doctor.

"Is she okay?" I say.

"We are still stitching her up. She will be okay. It wasn't near her heart or anything just a little bleeding that we will fix up. What I was going to say is her stuff is here." He says handing me a bag full of her clothes and phone.

"Tha...thank you. Please take care of her." I say as the doctor walks away.

"Styles can we have a word with you?" The detective says.

"Yeah." I look up at him with my bloodshot eyes.

"Do you have any clue who could have done this?" He asks ready to write on his notes.

"I honestly don't. I was gone at te time and I came home thinking she fell asleep and she wouldn't wake up. I pushed her to the side and saw.. Sa...saw what it was." I said crying as I relived the scene.

"Thank you Mr.Styles we will be taking DNA samples around your house later tonight."

"Okay thank you." I say sobbing. I sit down crying non stop for another hour straight.

"Babe.." I hear my girlfriend groan. I rush over to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah. Just a little banged up." She croaks.

"I'm so sorry." I say going in to hug her.

"Ow!" She whines.

"I'm so sorry baby." I say jolting away from her.

"Can we go home doctor?" She asks the doctor.

"We would like to keep you hear for te night. I just thought I would let you see this young man who has been crying for hours." The doctor chuckles.

"Can I stay here with her?" I ask the doctor.

"Of course." He says with an ear to ear smile.

"Great. Babe are you hungry or anything?" I ask her kissing her lips lightly.

"No I think we should go lay down though." She says. "Will you weal me?" She adds.

"Yeah. I'm going to stay with you. Do you want to call your grandad?" I ask her.

"No I don't want him to worry. This stays between us okay?" She whispers.

"Yeah okay. Who hurt you?" I say.

"Harry stop." She whispers.

"No Libby who hurt you?" I say raising my voice.

"Anna. Anna did." She admits. That stupid bitch! I broke up with her years ago and she still is trying to get revenge and she uses the love of my life to do it? She needs to die.

"What the fuck!" I scream making everyone look at me and as usual I don't care.

"Harry shhh!" She shushes me.

"She is going to pay." I say.

"Don't! Please baby just leave it. The police will take are of it." She assures me.

-Liberty

Harry has no self control when it comes to me. I love it. I truly do. If somebody tries to hurt me he will murder them.

"No! This isn't okay Liberty. She is getting what is coming to her." He looks at me seriously.

"Harry please! Leave it! I have enough stress. My mother coming here and now this? I can't handle you being away from me anymore. I have to have you by my side right now." I say pulling him into a hug even though it hurt me so much.

"Your right. I'm sorry. I will be by your side every second of every day from now on." He says pulling away and kissing my lips before we walk completely into my room.