Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

XXII - "You make me happy.."

"Harry! Harry!" they yelled.
My head was aching and I was being pushed back and front by strange people.
"Harry is this your new fling?"
"Harry, how do you feel dating someone whose mom is a prostitute."
A harsh object hit my head and soon I was spinning around. I felt Harry drag me out forcefully, but journalists kept pushing, almost tearing us apart. He gave my hand one last shake to light me up and counted to three. Before I realized, he pushed abruptly a part of the crowd and soon enough we started running. My vision blurry made me run in circles, Harry trying to direct me in the right way. We got inside his car too fast, falling on each other. He started the car, his harsh breath echoing in my ears.
"Demi?" I heard him say. "Demi, look at me! Shit Demi, you have blood on your forehead!"
I blinked once or twice, my mind foggy along with my vision.
"Demi, look at me okay?"
Suddenly, everything turned white. My eyes rolled back and I gasped for air.
"Demi!" I heard a yell from my left side.
The white texture turned in an dark orange and soon black.

I passed out.

Opening my eyes tightly, I was blinded by a strong white light.
"She's waking up!" a female voice yelled.
"Demi? Demi." a black figure blocked the bright light, soon other four blocking it completely.
My vision was soon getting clearer, and I saw Harry, Kris, Ian, Ann and Mickey standing over me.
"Pinky Kinky," I heard Mickey. "Welcome back."
I tried to sit up and a terrible pain hit my head.
"Ow." I moaned rubbing lightly my forehead, noticing I had bends on it. "Where...Am I?"
"At the hospital. Some fucking idiot hit you with a brick." Harry said, anger filling his dark eyes.
"The hell?" I rubbed my eyes is a circular motion to ease the pain, but it didn't work.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Ian asked, patting my shoulder.
"Mhm.." I nodded.
"I know who that bitch is. We can report him." Harry said looking around, then back at me. "So he can get some nice ass punishment."
"Or we can beat the shit out of him." Mickey responded.
"Fuck yeah?!" Kris shot her eyebrows agreeing.
"Jesus, people." Ian shook his head, hitting him in the arm. "Do it in a legal way for once."
Mickey winced in pain.
"Fuckimg why? That shit hit my partner!"
I smiled at his words and glanced back at Harry, sadness over him.
"I'm really, really sorry." he whispered holding my hand.
"I know." I whispered back, looking at his perfect hands.
"Couple need privacy. Move ass." Ann yelled, hitting Mickey in the butt.
I giggled at his confused reaction, not being able to laugh from the pain.
"The fuck is up with everyone kicking me? Should I expect getting raped later?"
"Possibly." Ian smirked and Mickey frowned at him. "C'mon! Antonina is right. Out everyone."
"But I still haven't talked a word with Demi!"
"Stop complaining." Ian laughed and the room was soon empty.
Harry sat in bed, being careful not to hurt me. He ran a hand through my hair, shooting a sad smile. I closed my eyes at his warm touch,  somehow healing for the stupid pain.
"I promised to take care of you... But I failed right after." he looked down.
"It's okay." I managed to say,  "Told ya it wouldn't be easy."
"Right." he nodded.
"No more romantic walks on the streets, huh?" I joked and he nodded again.
"No more romantic walks. But there are still sleepovers, dinners at quiet restaurants...."
"Oh shut up. You sound like a girl."
"Fuck off." he frowned, still smiling.
"My head fucking hurts." I complained shifting in bed.
"It gonna hurt for a while. That bitch hit you hard."
"Seriously I didn't consider ending up in a hospital when I woke up this morning. Fucking life."
"Life's a bitch." he laughed and I giggled.
He leaned for a small peck and kissed my knuckles.
"I love you."
"Love you more." I replied, blushing. "You make me happy."

It was the truth, I could never deny. He made me happy.