Isoldes POV
I walked home with Louis from the hospital since he insisted.
"I'm not a child, Louis." I tell him, jokingly. I was actually glad that he was here, despite the fact he was barley taller than me he still looked threatening with his attitude and tattoos.
"I know, Ms.-Isolde-", he said," But Harry would be upset if anything happened to you." He was smiling but I could tell he was serious.
"Why?', I asked wrinkling my nose, "He doesn't know me." Louis seemed to not want to answer me, so I gently pushed him in the shoulder. He looked at me strangely and smiled.
"You saved him, he would be upset if you were hurt." He said simply.
"So, what the deal with you five?" I ask, "if you don't mind me asking?"
"Well we just stick together. We all met in different places and decided we liked each other so we stayed together." He said simply.
"So who met who first?"
"Well Zayn met Liam and they became friends. Then they met Niall, after a while Zayn and Niall met Harry. Liam came back into the picture and then I did." He said all of this quickly and I was stunned at all this new information.
"OK, are you with Liam?" I asked, curious. Louis laughed and shook his head no. I giggled at his laugh. I saw my house, but was feeling reluctant to leave him alone. "This is my house." I told him.
"You have a lovely home." He told me. I smiled at him and told him goodnight.
"I hope I can see you and the rest of your brothers again soon." I told him.
"Do not worry, you will be seeing a lot of us." At this he turn and left with a wave, leaving me confused at his words.
In the morning, I decided that I had time to go see Harry before my first appointment. I walked to the hospital with coffee and donuts for the nurses. They thanked me and I walked straight to Harry's room to find that none of his brothers were here yet.
"Good morning, Harry!" I told him. He looked so much better than yesterday, it almost looked like he never even got hurt. His pale face had some color and his eyes did not look so sullen. That was surprising considering what had happened a day and half ago. I went around straightening up his room and fixing his covers which had become a habit of mine. I brushed his hair out of his face surprised at how soft it was. I sat down in the chair and pull out my book and began to read. After about ten minutes I decided to read aloud to Harry. I had read an article that people in comas could hear everything, so I hoped Harry likes John Green. I was two chapters into Paper Towns, when the door opened. Jackson walked into to change Harry's iv and check his vitals. He smiled when he saw me.
"Iz, how you today?" Jackson asked me.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking Jackson. How are you?" I asked politely. I looked back at the book and pretended to read hoping he would finish and leave.
"I'll be much better when you go on a date with me this Saturday." He said turning his attention to Harry's iv. I sighed before answering.
"Jackson, we are friends. I don't want to date you." I said quietly. I was so awkward, I did not understand why he would want to date me in the first place. I wasn't pretty or extraordinary-I was just smart. He turned and looked at me with a smirk.
"Yes, you do everyone does." He said. That upset me greatly.
"No, I don't." I told him. I tried to sound firm, but my voice still squeaked.
"Why not?" He sounded angry and moved around the bed to where he was standing directly in front of me. He roughly grabbed my arm and I winced. "I bet you're just a slut who opens her legs for everyone, so what makes me any different? C'mon it will be fun." I was started to cry and tried to get him to let me go. I wanted to scream but I couldn't make a sound.
"Jackson, you are hurting me you need to let me go." I told him tearfully.
"No, I don't think I will." He said taking a step closer to me and I think he was about to try and kiss me. I closed my eyes and tried once again to get my arm out of his.
"If you don't let her go I will break your fucking arm." This unknown voice was quiet, and sounded deadly. I reopened my eyes to see Harry getting out of his bed. Jackson snickered and looked back at me.
"Yeah? What are you do about it?" Before Harry could even move the door open quickly and Niall and Zayn came in. Their faces were dark with anger.
"Walk the fuck out of this room before I throw you out of the window, asshole." I was shocked to hear such language from Niall. I made a mental note not to mess with him when he's angry. Jackson looked at Harry and then Niall and snorted bitterly.
"Whatever, man. This bitch isn't worth it." He said. As soon as he said this Harry launched himself at Jackson. Zayn quickly pushed Niall to the side and grabbed Harry who was struggling to break free. Harry's face was red with angry and wasn't listening to Zayn who was trying to whisper in his ear. Jackson took this time to leave the room. Harry was still muttering and angry looking.
"He didn't hurt me." I said, I didn't know who I was speaking to but it seemed to calm Harry down.
"He's luck he didn't. That ass is a nurse, I thought you had to have people skills to be a nurse." Niall's voice rang out. Zayn and I laughed nervously. "Zayn and I are going to get breakfast. Do you want anything, Isolde?" He asked me.
"No, I'm fine. Do you want me to get so you two can stay with Harry?" I asked them. I was still shaking, but tried to hide it.
"No." This came from all three of the boys, and with that Zayn and Niall left me alone with Harry; waving on their way out. I turned to see Harry sitting on the edge of the bed staring at me, with a small smile.
"I was right. You are British." I mentally face palmed because only I could be this weird. He laughed at looked at me.
"Yes", he said, " I am British. We haven't been formally introduced. My name is Harry. Harry Styles." He held out his hand for me to shake, which I did. My hand almost had a burning feeling as I grabbed his. He held my hand carefully, almost as though he would break it, and I let go almost reluctantly.
"I am Isolde Connor. You can call me Iz if you want." I told him. At this point Myra decided to come into the room to check on Harry.
"Hello, Mr. Styles I heard you were finally aw-Iz why are you here? Have you been crying?!" Myra run up to me and gently put her hands on my face, turning it looking for damage. She had yet to even look at Harry.
"I'm fine, Mymy. Nothing hurt but my feels and they're not that hurt." I told her chuckling. She huffed and turned her attention to Harry.
"Did you see?" She demanded.
"Yes, she refused a date. He tried to kiss her. I threaten to break his arm off. He left like the coward rat he is." Harry answered clenching his hand into a fist and breathing heavily. He was obviously angry.
"Who is he?"
"That dark haired, male nurse, asshole." Harry spits.
"Jackson?" Myra asked me, and I nodded. She didn't say anything but looked at Harry. "He's just not used to being told no. I'll take care of him." Harry looked at her and nodded. She walked off to him and began to fill out his chart. "Since you're awake you can leave when even you want, Mr. Styles. I would stay with someone for a few days, preferably close to the hospital You could still be weak."
"He can stay with me." I said, surprising everyone including myself.
"Ok." Harry said. He was smiling so big and looked like a child on Christmas. "I'm going to the waiting room to talk to the boys." He said and with one last smile to me, he left. I went to follow him, gathering my stuff trying to avoid Myra's eyes.
"Are you insane? You found him in a Target parking lot, covered in blood. You only know his name. And you think you're going to let him stay with you?" Myra was yelling at me.
"I live walking distant from the hospital. I have room, and I'm barely home. Plus, its only for maybe two days. " I tried to reason with her. "And I already offered, so it would be rude to take it back." Myra and I had walked into the waiting room now, and she was calming down.
"He could be a murder." She said. We both turn to see Harry carrying a giggling Niall on his back, while the rest of the boys laughed. I turned to look at Myra.
"Well, he looks absolutely terrifying." I told her sarcastically, and she huffed and with a small smile walked away silently giving me her permission.