Chapter 2 - Pleasant Awakenings

Abbey's POV

Sometime later, I slowly regained consciousness. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, my eyelids just seemed weighed down. I could hear the soft murmur of conversation somewhere in the room. Was it Haley? My parents?

"Hey, I think she's waking up," someone said, their voice coming closer. It was male, with a thick British accent. "Abbey? Can you hear me, love?" The voice asked, and I felt something smooth brush against my hand. Fingertips, I think.

"Come on Abbs, wake up." Another voice chimed in, and I knew it was Haley. Letting out a soft groan, I open my eyes. Haley and Harry Styles stood on either side of the hospital bed. I looked around me. I was in a standard hospital room, white walls and all. Against one of the walls was a couch, and next to the bed was a reclining arm chair. Blankets lay unfolded on both of them. Had they both slept here?

"I'm gonna go get a doctor, 'kay Abbs?" Haley said, shooting me a relieved smile before leaving the room. I turned my head slightly so I could look at Harry, who also looked relieved, but there was something else in his eyes. Anxiety, maybe?

"How are you feeling?" He finally asked, his low voice barely reaching my ears. His green eyes traced my face, and he winced. I must've looked terrible. This was so not my day.

"Like I got trampled by a bunch of screaming fan girls," I replied dryly. A hint of a smile tugged on the corners of his lips, giving me a sneak peek at his dimples. Wow, he was really attractive. A soft chuckle followed, the sound making butterflies dance in my stomach.

"I'm really sorry," he replied, his face getting serious again as he sat down in the recliner, leaning forward to talk to me. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What for?" I asked.

"That you got hurt. I don't understand how fans can get so violent," he muttered, looking down at his hands.

"They were just excited to see you guys. I'm sure they didn't mean it," I replied, not wanting anyone to take blame for what happened. His head snapped up, his eyes widening. A look of disbelief passed across his face, his mouth dropping open slightly. He seemed at a loss for words, which I found a little funny, seeing as he was the flirt of the band.

Harry didn't get a chance to reply, since Haley and a dark haired nurse came into the room. "Hey there sweetly, I'm Carey, you're nurse. How you feeling?" she asked, walking over to my bedside and beginning to check my vitals.

"I'm okay, I think. My head hurts a little, and my shoulder," I told her, letting her do whatever she needed to. She nodded as she worked, like she expected that answer.

"Well I should think so, you took quite a fall. You're lucky you didn't get more seriously hurt," she said, standing up straight. "I'm going to get fetch you're doctor, and he'll be with you soon, okay?" I nodded in reply and she smiled at me kindly before turning and walking out of the room. I looked at Haley, and let out a small giggle. "Well, this certainly put a damper on the evening," I quipped, more giggles bubbling up in my chest. Haley let out a snort, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Totally. Leave it to you to fall on your face during one of the best nights of my life," she scoffed, trying to seem annoyed. We stared at each other for a few more seconds before bursting into hysterics. I wrapped my arms around my waist, my laughter making my body quake. Haley clumsily plopped onto the edge of the bed, covering her mouth with her hand. I caught a glimpse of Harry's face, which looked confused and a little shocked. I grinned at him, showing him that we were definitely just goofing around. He returned my grin with one of his infamous ones, one that swooned the pants off any girl it was aimed to. At that moment, that included me. I bit the inside of my lip, my eyes flickering down to his lips before back to his eyes. He seemed to be looking at me in a similar fashion, which was slightly unsettling. Why would Harry Styles be checking me out?

Finally, the laughter subsided and the room became silent. Looking at Harry, I noticed that he was texting rapidly. "One of the boys?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the best of me. He looked up from his iPhone, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, I'm just letting them know that you're awake. Louis was especially worried about you," he replied, reaching up and running a hand through his signature curls.

"Really?" I asked, sounding surprised. It's understandable that they would worry about a person being hurt, but I didn't expect them to care about me, a person they barely know, so much. He looked back at me and nodded his expression honest. There were those butterflies again. Get a grip, Abbey! He's Harry Styles, for crying out loud.

"It's true, Abbs. I think Louis has called, texted, even sent a messenger or two," Haley commented, laughing a little. I looked at her with raised eyebrows, my expression saying 'Since when are you this cool around celebrities?' She just continued to smile at me, her hazel eyes glimmering.

Just then, there was a sudden commotion in at the nurses' station. Two or three voices with accents rose above the rest, along with a couple nurses trying to calm them down. "Speak of the devil," Harry muttered, rising out of the chair and walking out the door. A moment later, Harry returned with a distraught looking Louis, a concerned Niall and a relieved Zayn. I smiled fully at them as they quickly surrounded my bed. What girl wouldn't be pleased with four British heart throbs fawning over her?

"Thank god you're alright!" Louis exclaimed, pulling me into a forceful hug. I winced, hissing at the sharp pain in my shoulder. He immediately released me, earning a smack on the back of his head from Harry. "Sorry, sorry! But seriously, you're okay?" he asked, peering at me with his kind and anxious expression. I nodded, giving one of his hands a gentle squeeze.

"Well, I'm not going to be doing any crazy dancing anytime soon, but I'll definitely be okay," I reassured him. He smiled big with happiness and nodded, taking a small step back so Zayn could step forward. "I'm glad yer okay," he said in his soft spoken voice, leaning forward and giving me a gentle half-hug. "Thanks, Zayn." I smiled sweetly at him, which earned a light blush crossing Zayn's cheeks. Next, Niall stepped forward. "Glad to see you up and alive, lassie," he trilled in his Irish accent, causing me to giggle. I always found his voice fun to listen to. "I am too," I responded, earning a crooked smile from the blonde singer. His charm caused me to blush, and as I reached up and put a hand on my heated cheeks, I saw a displeased look cross Harry's face. Huh?

I looked around the room, and noticed that we were one person short. "Hey, where's Liam?" I ask, looking at Harry.

"Calling Management, I suppose. We didn't leave for Detroit as planned, and he's trying to sort it out with them," he replied, coming to sit on the side of my bed, his fingers brushing slightly against mine. I looked up at him, my eyes widening slightly.

"Oh my gosh, you're supposed to be in Detroit by now! Why aren't you in Detroit?" I exclaim, looking from Harry to the rest of the boys. They all returned my gaze, looking at me like I was crazy for freaking out.

"Well, we couldn't just let you and your friend stay here by yourselves, could we?" Louis said, breaking the small silence. The other boys nodded in agreement, making small grunts of acknowledgement on the subject.

I looked at Harry, still somewhat confused. "Yeah, but I mean, you can't just skip out on a show if one person gets hurt. That's not fair to your fans, or you guys! You should be in Detroit, getting ready for your concert tomorrow – actually, the shows today," Niall interrupted. "That's exactly my point!" I continued on, ready to fight them on this if I had to. I moved to sit up, but Harry stopped me.

"Love, it's all going to be fine; I'm sure Liam will talk things through with Management," he said to me, easing my back to my reclined position. I frowned at him, but he didn't seem to notice.

"What's everyone doing here?" a voice from the doorway asked. Everyone turned to see Liam stepping into the room. When he saw me, he smiled wide. "Hey, you're awake!" he exclaimed, rushing over and pulling into a friendly hug. I let out a small laugh, squeezing him gently. When we pulled apart, he grinned. "Did you get a good night's sleep then?" he teased, his brown eyes twinkling.

I nodded, laughter filling my voice. "You bet your sweet bottom I did!" I exclaim, giggling. The guys and Haley all let out small chuckles of their own. Liam winked at me before turning to the rest of the band. "Good news, lads. Paul arranged for us to fly out of Chicago O'Hare International on a jet in a couple hours. We should be on time for sound check if we leave now."

The rest of the boys nodded glad to hear that the whole ordeal was resolved. I sighed with relief. I hated it whenever plans were changed on my account. It made me feel uneasy.

"Well I guess we better head down to the airport," Zayn said, stepping forward again. He leaned down and gave me a hug and a small peck on the cheek. "I'm glad you're okay," he murmured before pulling away. I smiled my thanks to him and gave each of the other boys hugs as they stepped forward. Niall gave me an extra squeeze, and Louis gave me an exaggerated peck. Finally Liam gave me a longer hug than the rest, kissing the spot near my ear and whispering "I'm glad you're alright now." I couldn't help but blush at that as he pulled away and walked out the door after the other boys. That just left me, Haley and Harry in the room. I bit my lip again as I looked up at him, his 5 foot 10 stature towering over my bed.

"Uh listen, I know this may be a bit forward of me but I just thought…." he paused, pulling out his iPhone. I swallowed, looking up at him. "Do you think you could put your number in? You know, so I can uh, make sure you're still okay and all that," he continued, stuttering a couple times. Now I'm sure my cheeks were redder than a ripe tomato. Harry Styles wanted my phone number?! Oh my gosh….

I gave him a small smile, nodding. He placed his phone in my outstretched hand, his fingers sliding against me. There was that warm feeling in my stomach again. I put in my name and cell number before giving it back to him.

"Thanks," he whispered, smiling a little bigger. I smiled right back, his smile being contagious. "I'll um, I'll text you or something." He just looked at me, seeming torn about something. Swiftly, he leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on my cheek, dangerously close to my lips. I sat there, stunned. He pulled back, a light blush coloring his cheeks. "Bye, Abbey." He said, the tone of his voice sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. He waved goodbye to Haley then walked out, following the rest of the band.

I looked at Haley, my blue eyes wide. "Did that all really just happen?" I said in whispered shock. A huge smile spread across her face, her head nodding enthusiastically. At the same time, we squealed in excitement, her coming over to sit on the bed so we could talk about everything that had just transpired.

Harry's POV

I walked out of Abbey's room and saw the boys huddled a little ways away. Making my way over to them, Louis looked at me and grinned. "Well, did you do it?" he asked, his grin a full out Cheshire smile now. I just grinned, and continued walking towards the exit. The lads followed closely, and security was waiting for us at the doors, where dozens of fans and paparazzi were swarming. Keeping my head down, I quickly got into the back of the van along with Niall and Louis, while Liam and Zayn sat in the middle.

As the van pulled away from the curb, Louis leaned forward to speak to me. "So Hazza, did ya get Abbey's number?" He asked again, the grin coming back. All the boys were looking at me now, and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. Cat calls and hoots of laughter bounced off the inside of the van. I just ducked my head, the blush heating my skin more. After the laughter died down, I looked up with a small grin on my face. Everyone else was grinning back, except Liam. Slowly, the smile fell from my face, a sudden tension filling the air of the van. "Something you need ta say, Liam?" I asked, my voice low. Zayn seemed nervous, somewhat hiding his face behind the seat. Louis and Niall just looked confused.

"I just don't think you shoulda done that," he admitted finally, looking me in the eye. Not a good idea? Why the hell not?

"Why's that?"

Liam scoffed, giving me a knowing look. "Har, come on. You chew up girls like that – innocent and pretty – use them however you fancy for a little while, then you dump them and move on. I know you've done that with a few fan girls, but Abbey's different. She's just….." he paused, looking away from me.

"Liam, I know that. I saw it when we looked at each other last night – you mean before she passed out after hitting her head?" Liam interrupted. I just glared at him before continuing. "I'm not making any moves, you know! Maybe I just want to make sure she gets off okay." I said, shrugging. That's it Harry, play it cool.

"Whatever you say, Har. Just remember, if you do make any moves, you better be sure about her, got it?" Was he threatening me? Why?

"Yeah man, I got it." I quipped, leaning back in my seat. I don't like how Liam was talking to me about Abbey. He doesn't know how I feel. Hell, I don't even know how I feel. Yet.

Author's Note:

Hello again!

So this chapter took a little more effort. I wasn't sure how I wanted to end, but I think I did pretty good, don't you think? Anyways, reviews are encouraged, no matter good or bad. I could use other peoples opinions. Except if you're going to trash review my story, then don't even bother.

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