Chapter Eleven: Bring It On.
We all stared at Harry gobsmacked. After awhile, Louis started laughing. I shot him daggers.
"Oh, c'mon. This is hilarious. He's never met her."
"Actually, I have." Harry said, dropping the flowers he brought me into a vase nearby. "Outside of Jack Wills. She whispered in my ear, wanting to spend the night with me. And, I kept it a secret from the others, but when you where fucking my sister, I was fucking your girlfriend."
Louis carried on laughing. "I don't give a fuck about her anymore."
"Just thought you'd like to know." Daisy shrugged.
"Guys, could you leave me and Soph alone for a second. I need to finish talking to her." Louis smirked.
"Oo, Ok, Bye." They left the room and left me alone with Louis, happily.
"So, where do we go from here?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "We're going to pretend we don't have feelings for each other and carry on like we used to."
I looked at him. "Well... That's not what I was expecting."
"Good, cause I was joking."
"That was the most unfunniest thing I have heard."
He laughed. "Get used to it." He kissed me softly, just as the nurse came in, saying I had to have my meds.
"I have to take meds? Fucking great."
"Well, now you're out of your coma, we don't have to force them to you through a tube."
I sighed. I hated hospitals. I looked around the room where I'd been for the past six weeks. I had a ton of get well soon cards and gifts at the end of my bed and the surrounding tables in the private room. I guessed Harry had packed my stuff, as he'd put BOP IT! Into suitcase. I laughed; he really did want to be a six year old again. And then, I felt a shock rumble through my body, it left and then went again. What the fuck was happening? I felt another shock and I jutted out of my dream.