Chapter 8
After that, we went back to our hotel room. It was a very luxurious. We had the presidential suit. It had 4 rooms, not including a kitchen, dinning room, liveingroom/familyroom. I couldn't belive it, the room was bigger then my house back home in New York.
That night, we decided to stay in for dinner, we just called in room service and sat by the fire talking.
"You know, back in January with the whole Paul thing?" He asked hessitantly. The thought brough the memories shooting back. I nodded with a mouth full of pasta. "Well, about what you said, when you thought I wasn't there.."
"Oh, yea sorry bout that.. like I said before, I was just upset, and the words just came pouring out.." I said too quickly, before I could think about what he might of ment by that.
"Oh-" he thought for a second, swallowing deeply and then continueing. "Ok, just makeing sure.." Harry concluded nodding his head while biting his lip. The conversation slowed down at that, we finished our meal, and decided to go to bed. Tommorow was a full day.
* * *
There we were sitting, resting that is, on a bench infront of the Arc De Triomphe. It was extravagent, the weather was warm, and the atmospher was just perfect. But even though I was sitting there next to Harry, takeing in all the culture and history around me, all I could of was Paul, and how it would of been awesome if Paul were here with me now.
I took in a deep breath, and exhaled it, without closeing my mouth, I said;
"God, I really with Paul was here with me.. It would of been wonderful." Harry shook his head, and laghed sarcasticly.
"What?" I asked, takeing my focus off the arc, and over the Harry.
"Nothing.." I could tell he was lieing to me. I then broght my leg up onto the bench and turned twoards him, to speak with him face to face.
"Yea right, I know when you are lieing.. now tell me wha-" my sentence was cut short by Harry's tounge entering my mouth. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. He pulled away, my eyes were still closed, reliveing the moment in my head over and over again!
"Whoa," I simply stated in a low voice. "What, what was that for?" I asked, putting my trembling hand up to my lips, which were still tingling.
"Nothing.." He got up and left. I was really confused. I got up and started after him. He ran across the busy street, barley missed getting his by a speeding cab.
The hotel was only 2 blocks away so he just ran back instead of takeing a cab. I ran across what I thought was a clear street, when SMACK!
A little blue car hit me. It wasn't going to fast, but fast enough to throw me abour 10 feet. My hip was killing me, and so was my head from where I hit it on the concrete.
Getting hit was bad, but havein'g everyone around me reconize who I was, and began takeing pictures of me while I lie there holdinig back tears. I couldn't get up, there was a cirlce of people surrounding me. Some speaking english, and some in french.
The voices seemed far away, my head began to feel heavy, I layed it down on the hard gavel. "Etes-vous d'accord?" I heard some frantic male voice ask.. I knew what it meant, but the words swam around in my hed for awhile, thinking back to my class.. d'accord.. that ment ok.. he must be asking if i'm ok.
My mouth opend, but I couldn't get the words out, the faces became blured, the sounds of sirens was distant in the background. My visoin went black, I open and closed my eyes to get my sight back, the last thing I remeber was seeing Harry standing over me with a worried look on his face.
* * *
I opend my eyes slowly. The objects around me were bright with a ring of blur around them. I studied my suroundings carefully, I couldn't figure out where I was.. The walls were peach, with pictures of lanscapes scatterd out. I heard voices comeing from my left, I wanted to turn to see who they were, but I couldn't, my hands felt like they were numb, I couldn't move them either. I began to panic.. why could't I move, what happend to me.. My head was pouding, my breathing began to quicken, and my heart beat faster and faster. A beeping from what I guessed was a heart moniter came from my right.
The door opend in front of me, an old man rushed in. I assumed he was a doctor. At first he had a scared look on his face, but that faded when I made eye contact with him.
"Vell look whovs avake.." He said in a strange accent. The voices to my left had stopped, and 3 more heads pop up. I noticed them to be my mom, Susan, and, Lisa? They flew my other mom in? But they all looked like they hadn't sleept forever. The doctor began to check my pulse, and continued to talk to me in his low pitched voice.
"How are ve feelin?" He asked, words filled my mouth, I wanted to tell him that my head hurt, that I couldn't move my neck or my arms, I wanted to ask what happend, or where I was. But that wasn't important at the moment, in a raspy voice, I asked;
"Harry, wheres Harry?" I tried to move my neck againm but failed once more. This time when I tried movieing my amrs, they reacted, I brought my right hand up to my neck where I felt a brace.. my breathing increased again, what was going on, where was Harry. I needed to ask him why he left, why he kissed me. If he was upset with me for some reason, and he wasn't there.
"Wheres Harry?!" I yelled this time, since no one asnwerd me the first time.
"Come down sweetheart." My mom.. Isabelle, reasured me, grabbing my hand and holding it firmly. "He's right here." She stepped back, and Harry's face was in veiw, his beautiful blue eyes were beaming down at me. I reached for his hand, and he grasped it willingly.
"I'm right here." He smiled, I could see tears forming in his eyes, "I never left your side." That made tears well up in my eyes too.
"What happend.. why did you run off?" I asked not breaking eye contact with him.
"You can discuss this later, vight now ve need to focus on your condition." The doctor was getting on my nerves.
Well it turned out that I dislocated my hip, sprained my wrist and was in a coma for 2 days. I didn't know that I hit my head that hard. They ran a few tests, and questioned me on how I was feeling.
Then my mom talked to me, then my other mom Lisa talked to me. It was really weird seeing her, it had been so long, but there she was. Her hadn't changed. She told me that she was so happy to see me, but only wished it were under better sercomstances. Finnaly I was able to talk to Harry.
He walked in slowly, and stopped about 2 feet away from the bed. They had taken the next brace off, so I could finnaly turn my head. I was propped up in the hard bed, with a very thin blanket covering my bruised legs.
"Why are you so far away.. come here where I can actully see you." I joked, my voice was raspy, and tired. He hessitated a bit and then came closer. He clenchted the bars of my bed tightly. He was wearing baggy jeans, a red hurly sweat shirt that made his rosy cheeks even rosier, and a black backwards cap. He too looked like he hadn't sleep in weeks. I saw a look of fear and guilt in his eyes.
"Whats the matter?" I asked putting my cold hand over his, I didn't much like looking at it since it had an ivy sticking out of it. Thank god I wasn't awake when they put it in. He pulled his hand away,
"Nothing," He started, but I gave him a stern look, so he fessed up. "Seeing you like this, it's just wrong, it's scary. Especially since I was the one who put you here."
"What?" I asked shocked. What did he mean he was the one who put me here. I was the idiot who walked in front of a car.
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't of ran across the street." Harry explained. The tears were back, and were now streaming down his cheeks.
"Thats rediculous, It's not your fault at all, I should of been paying more attention." He didn't say anything for awhile, he just stood there collecting his thoughts. He then swalloed deeply, and looked back up from the floor wearing a weak smile.
"Better?" I asked, smileing warmly at him. He looked behind him, spotted a chair and grabbed it and scooted it up the bed side.
"I guess so. But, when I heard the commotion and the circle of people behind me, I ran over faster then I thought possible. Then, then when I saw you lieing there, uncounsious, my heart dropped. I fell to my knees and held you limp hand untill the ambulance arrived. Then I never left you side Alex, through out everything, I was there. You know why?" All this information flooded my head. After a second, once I processed it, I answerd him.
"No, why?"
"Because, I love you Alex." He grabbed my hand again, "Not like a friend loves a friend, but with all my heart I love you. When you said that to Paul I relized that I loved you too, but I didn't understand why you kept excuseing it everytimg I brought it up. But I don't care now, because i'm out right saying it. Alexandria Louise Elizabeth Abernathie, I am in love with you."
After that, we went back to our hotel room. It was a very luxurious. We had the presidential suit. It had 4 rooms, not including a kitchen, dinning room, liveingroom/familyroom. I couldn't belive it, the room was bigger then my house back home in New York.
That night, we decided to stay in for dinner, we just called in room service and sat by the fire talking.
"You know, back in January with the whole Paul thing?" He asked hessitantly. The thought brough the memories shooting back. I nodded with a mouth full of pasta. "Well, about what you said, when you thought I wasn't there.."
"Oh, yea sorry bout that.. like I said before, I was just upset, and the words just came pouring out.." I said too quickly, before I could think about what he might of ment by that.
"Oh-" he thought for a second, swallowing deeply and then continueing. "Ok, just makeing sure.." Harry concluded nodding his head while biting his lip. The conversation slowed down at that, we finished our meal, and decided to go to bed. Tommorow was a full day.
* * *
There we were sitting, resting that is, on a bench infront of the Arc De Triomphe. It was extravagent, the weather was warm, and the atmospher was just perfect. But even though I was sitting there next to Harry, takeing in all the culture and history around me, all I could of was Paul, and how it would of been awesome if Paul were here with me now.
I took in a deep breath, and exhaled it, without closeing my mouth, I said;
"God, I really with Paul was here with me.. It would of been wonderful." Harry shook his head, and laghed sarcasticly.
"What?" I asked, takeing my focus off the arc, and over the Harry.
"Nothing.." I could tell he was lieing to me. I then broght my leg up onto the bench and turned twoards him, to speak with him face to face.
"Yea right, I know when you are lieing.. now tell me wha-" my sentence was cut short by Harry's tounge entering my mouth. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. He pulled away, my eyes were still closed, reliveing the moment in my head over and over again!
"Whoa," I simply stated in a low voice. "What, what was that for?" I asked, putting my trembling hand up to my lips, which were still tingling.
"Nothing.." He got up and left. I was really confused. I got up and started after him. He ran across the busy street, barley missed getting his by a speeding cab.
The hotel was only 2 blocks away so he just ran back instead of takeing a cab. I ran across what I thought was a clear street, when SMACK!
A little blue car hit me. It wasn't going to fast, but fast enough to throw me abour 10 feet. My hip was killing me, and so was my head from where I hit it on the concrete.
Getting hit was bad, but havein'g everyone around me reconize who I was, and began takeing pictures of me while I lie there holdinig back tears. I couldn't get up, there was a cirlce of people surrounding me. Some speaking english, and some in french.
The voices seemed far away, my head began to feel heavy, I layed it down on the hard gavel. "Etes-vous d'accord?" I heard some frantic male voice ask.. I knew what it meant, but the words swam around in my hed for awhile, thinking back to my class.. d'accord.. that ment ok.. he must be asking if i'm ok.
My mouth opend, but I couldn't get the words out, the faces became blured, the sounds of sirens was distant in the background. My visoin went black, I open and closed my eyes to get my sight back, the last thing I remeber was seeing Harry standing over me with a worried look on his face.
* * *
I opend my eyes slowly. The objects around me were bright with a ring of blur around them. I studied my suroundings carefully, I couldn't figure out where I was.. The walls were peach, with pictures of lanscapes scatterd out. I heard voices comeing from my left, I wanted to turn to see who they were, but I couldn't, my hands felt like they were numb, I couldn't move them either. I began to panic.. why could't I move, what happend to me.. My head was pouding, my breathing began to quicken, and my heart beat faster and faster. A beeping from what I guessed was a heart moniter came from my right.
The door opend in front of me, an old man rushed in. I assumed he was a doctor. At first he had a scared look on his face, but that faded when I made eye contact with him.
"Vell look whovs avake.." He said in a strange accent. The voices to my left had stopped, and 3 more heads pop up. I noticed them to be my mom, Susan, and, Lisa? They flew my other mom in? But they all looked like they hadn't sleept forever. The doctor began to check my pulse, and continued to talk to me in his low pitched voice.
"How are ve feelin?" He asked, words filled my mouth, I wanted to tell him that my head hurt, that I couldn't move my neck or my arms, I wanted to ask what happend, or where I was. But that wasn't important at the moment, in a raspy voice, I asked;
"Harry, wheres Harry?" I tried to move my neck againm but failed once more. This time when I tried movieing my amrs, they reacted, I brought my right hand up to my neck where I felt a brace.. my breathing increased again, what was going on, where was Harry. I needed to ask him why he left, why he kissed me. If he was upset with me for some reason, and he wasn't there.
"Wheres Harry?!" I yelled this time, since no one asnwerd me the first time.
"Come down sweetheart." My mom.. Isabelle, reasured me, grabbing my hand and holding it firmly. "He's right here." She stepped back, and Harry's face was in veiw, his beautiful blue eyes were beaming down at me. I reached for his hand, and he grasped it willingly.
"I'm right here." He smiled, I could see tears forming in his eyes, "I never left your side." That made tears well up in my eyes too.
"What happend.. why did you run off?" I asked not breaking eye contact with him.
"You can discuss this later, vight now ve need to focus on your condition." The doctor was getting on my nerves.
Well it turned out that I dislocated my hip, sprained my wrist and was in a coma for 2 days. I didn't know that I hit my head that hard. They ran a few tests, and questioned me on how I was feeling.
Then my mom talked to me, then my other mom Lisa talked to me. It was really weird seeing her, it had been so long, but there she was. Her hadn't changed. She told me that she was so happy to see me, but only wished it were under better sercomstances. Finnaly I was able to talk to Harry.
He walked in slowly, and stopped about 2 feet away from the bed. They had taken the next brace off, so I could finnaly turn my head. I was propped up in the hard bed, with a very thin blanket covering my bruised legs.
"Why are you so far away.. come here where I can actully see you." I joked, my voice was raspy, and tired. He hessitated a bit and then came closer. He clenchted the bars of my bed tightly. He was wearing baggy jeans, a red hurly sweat shirt that made his rosy cheeks even rosier, and a black backwards cap. He too looked like he hadn't sleep in weeks. I saw a look of fear and guilt in his eyes.
"Whats the matter?" I asked putting my cold hand over his, I didn't much like looking at it since it had an ivy sticking out of it. Thank god I wasn't awake when they put it in. He pulled his hand away,
"Nothing," He started, but I gave him a stern look, so he fessed up. "Seeing you like this, it's just wrong, it's scary. Especially since I was the one who put you here."
"What?" I asked shocked. What did he mean he was the one who put me here. I was the idiot who walked in front of a car.
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't of ran across the street." Harry explained. The tears were back, and were now streaming down his cheeks.
"Thats rediculous, It's not your fault at all, I should of been paying more attention." He didn't say anything for awhile, he just stood there collecting his thoughts. He then swalloed deeply, and looked back up from the floor wearing a weak smile.
"Better?" I asked, smileing warmly at him. He looked behind him, spotted a chair and grabbed it and scooted it up the bed side.
"I guess so. But, when I heard the commotion and the circle of people behind me, I ran over faster then I thought possible. Then, then when I saw you lieing there, uncounsious, my heart dropped. I fell to my knees and held you limp hand untill the ambulance arrived. Then I never left you side Alex, through out everything, I was there. You know why?" All this information flooded my head. After a second, once I processed it, I answerd him.
"No, why?"
"Because, I love you Alex." He grabbed my hand again, "Not like a friend loves a friend, but with all my heart I love you. When you said that to Paul I relized that I loved you too, but I didn't understand why you kept excuseing it everytimg I brought it up. But I don't care now, because i'm out right saying it. Alexandria Louise Elizabeth Abernathie, I am in love with you."