"Hey." I paced back and forth, my phone pressed to my ear as I left Harry a third message this morning. "I'm sorry I keep calling. I'm just worried. You didn't come back last night." I let out a nervous chuckle. "You probably went home. Um, please call me back when you get this." I hesitate before adding, "I love you" and hanging up.
I sigh, slipping my phone into my pocket and leaving the waiting room. When Harry didn't come back last night, I started to worry. It was silly, really. He probably went home and crashed. It wouldn't surprise me. When he left to meet up with Ed, I quickly assumed they were going someplace that sold alcohol. If that was the case, he must have taken a bus home and is probably hungover right now. But I was still worried. What if I was wrong? What if something happened? What if he's somehow hurt? I shake away the thoughts, navigating my way through the hospital's halls and toward my father's room. Harry and I would be leaving in the afternoon. I had to spend the remainder of my time with my dad.
"Hey, Princess." Dad smiles as I step through the doors, silently closing them behind me. "What's wrong?" He asks right away. Shit, I think. Was I really that readable?
"Nothing." I assure him, taking my seat beside his bed. "How did you sleep?"
"Well." He tells me. "How about you, baby doll?"
I exhale, resting my elbows on the edge of his bed and massaging my temples. "I didn't get any."
Dad frowns. "How come? Are you sick? Are you feel-"
"I'm feeling fine." I cut him off. "I'm just worried."
I nod. "It's just... Harry didn't come back last night and I know he may have just gone home, but I haven't heard from him..." My voice fades.
Dad takes my hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm assuming Harry is that boy we were talking about yesterday. Listen, Princess." He begins. "Don't worry over a boy. He'll probably come back with an explanation. Being a man myself, he could also come back with a lie, but I'm guessing that if you truly love him, he's an honest man. Just stop worrying. You're too pretty for that." He places a finger on my chin, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. "In life, you always need to think on the bright side. Everything -good or bad- happens for a reason."
There they are again, I think. Wise words from my father; wise words that I haven't heard in years. Wise words that somehow always managed to get me through any kind of situation. I reach over, wrapping my arms around my dad as best I could.
"I love you." I murmur.
"I love you too, baby." He whispers.
It was the throbbing in my head that awoke me, accompanied by the strong rays of sunlight coming through the windows. I didn't want to get up. In fact, I just wanted to lie here all day. I don't care how uncomfortable and hard this bed was; I'd kill to just stay here.
But I didn't. Rubbing at my eyes, I prop myself up into a sitting position. Where the bloody hell am I? This didn't feel like my bed. It didn't feel like a bed at all. I blink, my vision blurry. If this wasn't a bed, then where am-
My thoughts are cut off by the muffled sound of someone crying. Sitting up straighter, I manage to clear my vision to find that I'm in the backseat of my own car. When did I end up in my car? The last thing I remember was meeting up with Ed at the bar. That was it. I'm not a heavy drinker most of the time. I should have stopped, but I didn't. Now I didn't know what the hell had happened last night or why I was sleeping in the back of my car.
"Harry?" Whoever had been crying was sitting in the driver's seat. They turn around, looking back at me. My eyes widen. Ah, hell. It was Emma. Her eyes were red and puffy. The minute she saw I was awake, she rushed to wipe away her tears, clearing her throat.
I glance down, finding myself in only my boxer briefs. The rest of my clothes were sprawled across the floor of the car.
"Harry," Emma repeats, burying her head in her hands. "I made a mistake."
I swallow, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head as I spoke. "What happened, Emma?"
Her voice cracks. "You don't remember?"
"Just being at the bar." I say slowly. "With Ed. Where's Ed?" I look around as if I were going to find Ed snoring