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Her eyes burned in my sleep. I could still see them.

An annoying beeping sound woke me up. I opened my eyes and was in a tiny room, hooked up to a ridiculous amound of wires and machines. My head was pounding slightly, but that was all I felt. I pushed myself up in the bed, trying to sit up.

I remember everything. Nothing is a blur. It's all crystal clear.

Now I'm just angry. Angry that I'm laying in this hospital bed, hooked up to stupid medical equiptment, my parents probably sitting outside in the hall, waiting for me to wake up. If I could just sneak out the window and leave this stupid as hell hospital, I would.

Now I have to deal with all the shit that's going to happen from the accident. There's going to be paperwork and my parents are going to want to talk to me and tell me how I'm getting out of hand and blah blah blah. I'm so over this.

Before I can even plot my escape out the window, a middleaged woman dressed in blue scrubs walks through the door.

"Oh good. You're up." She says walking over to me, grabbing a clipboard sitting on the counter on the opposite wall of the room. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. How do you think I'm feeling?" I snapped, not being completely truthful. Besides my headache, I felt completely fine, but she was already annoying me and hasn't been in here for more than a minute.

"Okay." She said, looking a bit taken aback by my attitude. I'm surprised my parents didn't warn her already how vile I was. Telling everyone what an ass and how much of a disappointment I am is usually their favorite thing to do. "Well, everything is looking fine for you. All your numbers are back to normal. The doctor will be in to see you shortly and you'll probably be released today." She said, like I cared.

She walked along the other side of me, pressing a button on the machine beside me, making the annoying as hell beeping stop. I guess I do have one thing to thank her for.

"Your parents are outside. I'll let them know you're awake as well." She said, probably thinking I'd be glad to see my mom and dad.

Before I could protest and tell her not to let those two anywhere near me, she was out the door.

I decided I might as well lay back down, since there was no way I was getting out of here anytime soon. Now that the beeiping had stopped I could maybe enjoy the silence and try to ignore the pounding of my brain against the inside of my skull. It's probably nothing compared to what she's feeling though. I have no clue what happened to her or how she's doing.

Stop Harry. I thought, pushing her out of my mind. I'm not going to feel sorry for her. She should have been a more defensive driver, stopping when she knew I wasn't going to. This really isn't my fault. She wasn't looking out for her own safety. I convinced myself, however there was a little voice in the back of my head that was doubting everything I had just decided.

"Harry." My mom said, walking into the room, closely followed by my dad. Wonderful. Thery're just the people I wanted to see. "How are you feeling?" She squealed, walking over to my side, giving me one of the very few sympathetic looks that ever appeared on her wrinkled face.

"I'm fine. I want to get out of here." I said angrily. I really don't care to listen to them pretend to care for me now since I'm lying in a hospital bed.

"That's good." My dad said, a more serious look on his face. "Uh, what happened last night?" he asked cautiously, rubbing his hand on the back of his hand.

"I don't want to talk about it." I snapped back. If they wanted to know what happened, they could look at the accident report, which I'm sure had been filled out by the onlooker I remembered seeing as I stood over her body.

"Harry." My mom sighed beside me.

"What? What do you want me to say? I certainly didn't mean to get in an accident last night."

"Harry, they did a blood test." My dad said, getting angrier now as my own temper rose.

"Yeah. Okay."

"Harry, this is not the first time someting like this has happened." My mom said, looking at my father. "You were drinking, weren't you?" Why did they ask if they already knew the answer due to my blood test.

"You know what, I don't really care. It was an accident. Accidents happen, right. At least that's what you told me when you "forgot" to show up for my eighth grade graduation. Oh or when you "accidently" forgot my birthday last year. See, this is just an accident. They happen." I said, turning the tables on the situation.

"Harry, that is irrelevant here." My mother tried to tell me.

"Harry, there was someone else involved this time. You put someone else's life at stake." Now my dad.

"I think you're blowing this way out of proportion. This can't be solely my fault. She should've stopped if I appeared to be a 'dangerous driver' or whatever."

"Harry, she is seriously hurt. She has a puntured lung from one of her ribs that fractured upon impact. She can't breathe on her own. Her face was all disfigured, they had to surgically put it all back in it's place."

"I'm sorry. I don't know what you want me to say."

"You're missing the point." My mother said, sighing exasperateldy.

"Whatever." I said. It was silent for awhile until my dad spoke again, bringing up what I really didn't want to talk about.

"The family is most likely going to press charges. You were drunk, and the accident is going to be 100% your fault." My dad said slowly. I looked up making eye contact with him.

"Yeah, and you'll hire a lawyer and get me out of it, like you always do." I said earnestly.

They both just looked to each other, avoiding my eyes at all cost.

"Harry, I think it's time you learned a lesson from this. You can't keep living like-."

"Harry! You're awake." A bald-headed man in a white jacket walked throught the door, saving me from my father's wrath. The doctor walked in, grabbing the same clipboard the nurse had. He took a seat on the edge of my bed, putting a stethoscope to my chest. "How are you feeling? Are you experiencing any pain anywhere?"

"No, just a headache." I replied.

"Well, your heartbeat is normal. The headache should go away soon, probably just an effect of the strong impact. I'm going to check your blood pressure, and then you can be on your way home."

He put that dumb wrap around my arm and then pumped it up so I could hardly feel my arm, while the little dial on it moved around.

"Your blood pressure is fine. You're free to go, just fill out the paperwork at the front. Get some rest and take some average pain medication to get rid of the headache. You should be good as new within a couple hours." He said. He was overly happy and it annoyed the hell out of me.

"Thanks." I said through gritted teeth, standing right up. My parents stood up behind me, following me out of the room.

I stalked down to the front desk, ready to sign these papers and whatever and just get out of this wretched place.

"Harry Styles. The doctor told me I need to fill out some papers or something." I said, glaring at the nurses.

"Yes sir. Please just fill out some of the past medical information, and then you, along with your parents since you're not yet 18, will need to sign the release form." She handed me a clipboard with the papers and a pen that read "Mercy Hospital." I sat in one of the chairs in waiting area, starting to fill in my information.

My parents stood in the hallway still, talking between themselves. Probably planning what my punishment was going to be. I hurridley signed my name across the line. I walked up to my parents, who halted their conversation as I approached them.

"You need to sign this." I said in a bored tone.

My mom took it first signing above the line printed "mother" followed by my dad signing on his corresponding line.

I snatched the clipboard out of his hand and returned it to the nurse.

"Thank you." She said but I didn't say anything back. I walked back up to my parents, signaling to the elevator. We all got in and I pressed the "L" button for Lobby. We're on the "E" floor for emergency. I wonder if she's on this floor too.

"Do one of you have my keys?" I mentioned to my parents.

"No your car is at home, you'll have to ride with us." My dad said. Great. Just what I want to do; ride home with my parents like I'm a little kid.

As we all got into the car, my dad spoke again.

"Harry, this time is going to be different." He said, pulling out of the huge hopital parking lot and merging onto the highway.

"What are you talking about?"

"Harry, you can't keep doing this. This girl got seriously hurt. You're lucky you didn't kill her. I can't take this to court and let you just get off. You were totally in the wrong."

"I'm going to live with these charges the rest of my life." I said, exasperated. Weren't they supposed to make sure their kid didn't have any problems and wasn't doomed for the rest of their existence. "How will I ever get a job?" I asked.

"That's your fault, Harry." My mother said. I felt like a little kid, sitting in the backseat of the car being lectured by my parents.

"Well, can't we come up with some other punishement. We all know our lawyers can settle with whoever they pick up and this could easily all be behind us."

"That doesn't solve your bad behavior problems." My dad said.

"What do you suggest, then? Do you really want me having legal problems?" I knew I hit a nerve when I said that one. With both of my parents being as successful as they are, having a disappointment for a kid was their biggest fear. My dad looked to my mom and gulped.

"We'll see. But don't think you're off the hook this time. If anything like this ever happens again, I'm not pulling you out of the hole." My dad said strikingly, signaling the end of the conversation. I was kind of okay with this. I don't mind getting in trouble with my parents, but real trouble with the law that they won't get me out of would be a problem.

The worst they are going to do to me is take away my car for a little bit, which wouldn't be a problem since I can catch a ride from one of the guys. Or they'll ground me, which also wouldn't be bad because they're always away on business trips, so they wouldn't even know I didn't stay on "my ground." Either way, I win.

I just want this whole mess to be over though, that way I can just go back to what I do best, not giving a fuck about anyone or anything.

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I sat in my room, trying to get some rest like the doctor told me too, when a knock on my door interrupted my peaceful resting. We live in a freaking mansion, and these people couldn't find anywhere else to be but my room?

"What?" I asked from behind the door.

"We need to talk to you, Harry." My mom said, opening the door and walking through, followed by my dad.

"What now?" I asked, annoyed that they couldn't even give me some time to rest and get rid of this headache.

"We've decided what we want you to do." My mom said, taking a seat on the couch on the wall opposite my bed.

"Okay. What is it?"

"Well, Harry. The main thing we want you to get out of this, is that your decisions are affecting other people now. You seriously hurt another girl because of your bad decisions." He paused, looking at my mom who gave him a reassuring nod. "Your destructive choices aren't just ruining your life. You can ruin your own life if you want to, but I refuse to let you stomp through others lives putting them in danger and hurting them."

"It's just got to stop, Harry." Mom spoke up beside him.

"The only way we think you'll realize how much damage you've caused to this poor girl and her family is by seeing it firsthand." My dad continued.

"Okay, and." I asked, waving my hand and encouraging him to keep going.

"Well, we want you to go to the hospital and apologize for what you've done. You need to see what has happened."

Is he kidding? Is he acutally fucking serious? There is no way I am going to go to that hospital again, face that girl and tell her I'm sorry. I'm not sorry. I'm sorry for this huge mess it caused me, but I'm not sorry for having a good time. That's all I did, was have a good time.

"No way in hell." I said, putting my foot down. "No, I'm not going there."

"Well if you're not willing to do that for us and for her family and their piece of mind, I'm not willing to hire a lawyer and help you out of this mess."

Is he really doing this? Really, of all things he could've put on me, and this is what he chooses? Call me prideful, but I don't apologize to anyone.

"Her name is Paisley Evans. She goes to your school and is in your class. She's in the intensive care unit, having to deal with many surgeries and procedures. The choice is up to you, Harry." He said, and got up and left the room, leaving just my mom and I.

"I know you don't feel the need to apologize, Harry, but it is the right thing to do. Although I know you like to act like you don't care and you don't have a heart, I know you do." She said, and got up, mirroring my father's movements from earlier.

This is the last thing I wanted to do. But is it really worth having my record haunt me for the rest of my life? I could just go, say a simple 'I'm sorry' and leave. They don't have to I don't really mean it. They don't have to know.

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