Unconditional

Chapter 8

-Harry

She is so beautiful when she's asleep. I know if she wakes up and sees me smiling at her I will look like a creep. I want to go get us some coffee and maybe she will be up by the time I get back.

*Knock Knock*

"Hi. We will be having Liberty check out at 11:00 so she has about 2 more hours to sleep." The doctor whispers.

"Thank you doctor."

"It's my job." He smiles that cocky smile that just makes you want to punch somebody in the face.

"Babe..." Libby croaks.

"Yeah?" I sigh.

"Can we go now?"

"Yeah, we can. You want me to take you home?" Please say no! Please say no!

-Libby

"Yeah. I need to go home." Now that I think about it me and Harry could use some time to get our shit together.

"Okay...." He sounds disappointed.

"Thank you baby."

"Anything for you. I love you remember?" He says sweetly.

"Can you help me up?" I ask him.

He helps me into a wheelchair and grabs my things in the plastic bag.

"Thanks again." I smile looking up at him.

"I told you. There is no need to thank me." He pecks my lips.

We get to my house and Harry walks me up.

"Thanks." I say as he hands me my phone and bag of clothes.

"I love you. Call me if you need anything." He kisses my lips before I walk inside.

"Hey honey do you feel alright?" My grandpa asks as I walk inside.

"Yeah I am great. So where is that crazy lady?" I laugh.

"She left. She said she will try to get ahold of you via Facebook." He smiles.

"Facebook? Where did she get my Facebook name?" I glare.

"I gave it to her I figured if you didn't want to talk to her you could just block her or something."

"Okay. Well I'm gonna go lay down. I plan on going to school tomorrow. Fridays are my favorite days at school."

"Okay honey. Get some rest." He says kissing my forehead.

I walk up to my room and put actual clothes on. This doctor gown just wasn't okay. I change and look at my phone. 6 messages from Zayn.

*you okay?*

*call me later*

*has he hurt you again?*

*can we please talk?*

*Libby?*

*okay I'm sorry I pushed you into what I did. I want you to be happy.*

Wow he thinks I'm mad at him?

*no I will explain everything later. Can you pick me up from my place? Say 30 minutes?* I text him back.

He is really a gentlemen but I don't want him to think I hate him. He is probably worried sick. He had a party tomorrow. Seems like it would be fun if Harry wasn't going. Maybe I could get Harry to stay home and I will have more one on one time with Zayn. Harry deserves it. He left me and I got hurt because of him out there fucking some other skank. It is not okay. I know I did the same but at least I know the guy. He treats me nice unlike Harry.