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I walk out of a small cafe place to my car. I got Harry and I some coffee which is weird because Harry hardly ever drinks coffee. I unlock my doors and get in, putting both of the coffee into the cup holders. Turning my car on and listening to the radio full blast. I can't be in a car silent with no music. I need music.
I pull out of the parking lot, into the street, until I hear my phone ring. I pull my phone out of my pocket, while my left hand is still on the steering wheel. I look real quick to find Harry calling - a picture of him I took while out eating. I quickly answered the phone, putting it on speaker, "Hey Harry, I am on my way home"
"Well, I hope so because I just woke up, finding you not sleeping next to me" his husky and raspy voice rang through the phone. I have always loved his morning voice.
"I know, I just went to get us some coffee. I will be home in fifteen minutes or so because there is a lot of traffic" I say as I pull to a stop at a red light. "I will text you when I am closer to the house because I don't feel like getting a ticket today" I let out a small laugh.
"Okay babe, I will see you soon" he hangs up. Harry is supposed to leave tomorrow for a photoshoot, but I cannot go because I have to watch my niece and nephews. Harry asked if there is someone else that can watch them, but I had already agreed to watch them, and they are looking forward to seeing me. I cannot wait to see them too, but I will miss Harry.
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HARRY'S POV
I am lying on my bed cold because Y/N isn't home. She had some nerve to leave me like this just to get coffee. I would have made us some, but whatever. I look at my phone and it has been twenty minutes since she called. Where can she be? I mean she did say there was traffic, but damn.
I hear my phone ring from across the room. I groan, sitting up to get my phone. Where is it at? I listen for it to find it in my pants pocket. I grab my phone, expecting to read Y/N, but it is an unknown number. I answer the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Harry Styles?" I hear a woman's voice.
"Yes, may I ask who's calling?" I sometimes get calls from magazines for an interview, but I decline every time.
"This is Abigail from London Bridge Hospital. I am calling in regards to Y/N L/N. I am afraid that she was in a car accident" my heart dropped, my eyes widen "I see that she has you under her emergency contact. If you can get here right away" I panic. I hurry up and grab some grey joggers and a grey sweatshirt.
"Yes, I will be there as soon as I can, thank you" I hang up the phone and hurried up to put my clothes on. I put on my Nike shoes and grab my wallet and keys that are on the dresser. I run downstairs to open the front door to get to my car. I unlocked it and got in immediately. I start the car, giving it no time to warm up. I speed down the driveway to the road.
I can't help but think the worst.
Is she dead?
I can't think like that. Stop. I didn't realize how fast I was going until I went over the speed bumps. I pull up to the hospital, parking however I parked. I could care less because the love of my life is here. I hurry up and get out of the car, to walk in the hospital. I walk up to the receptionist, "Hi, I-I got a call saying my g-girlfriend is here?" I stutter my words. Not only I can't think straight, I can't even talk right.
"What is her name?" the receptionist asks while her fingers are on the keyboard ready to type her name.
"Y/N L/N," my shaken voice says. I rub my fingers through my hair out of frustration. The receptionist types her name. I notice on her tag that her name is Amber.
