Accident Prone |h.s|

Chapter 20: Bridget

In a way, it comforted me to have her next to me in bed. I woke up and saw her softly sleeping as she cuddled a pillow. Watching her slowly breathe with her eyebrows pinched tight made me want to know what she was dreaming about. It felt nice to be that close.

And I had to go and ruin it.

Me and my damn penis.

I honestly don't remember thinking that sleeping with her was a bad idea. In fact, I'm sure I thought it was a great idea at the time. Spending all this extra time with her has opened my eyes to all the parts of her I've never seen:

She's hilarious; constantly cracking snide jokes and her facial expressions are enough to have me in stitches.

She is the most thoughtful person; she goes to the store to specifically look for things I like. Even if I've only mentioned it in passing, she makes it her mission to find it.

She's beautiful; I've always thought she was pretty, ever since I first saw her. But there's something about her in the morning when her hair is a mess and her face is scrunched up in the sun that makes it hard to breathe.

So maybe I am being an ass. Being with her these last two months has been something I'll never forget. If I were to go on tour now, I don't know how I would survive without her. I've come to depend on this person. And she thinks I couldn't care less about her.

God, I'm an asshole.

In the middle of my self pitied piano session, Jed runs into the living room looking quite frantic. His eyes search all around before meeting my amused ones sitting at the piano. He's never like this and it's kinda funny to watch.

"Mate, I've been lookin everywhere for ya." He begins breathlessly. "I got a call from the hospital. They've been trying to call you and they won't tell me what it's for and said they need to talk directly to you." He hands me his phone and I look at it curiously.

Taking the phone I put it up to my ear. "This is Harry." I say into the receiver.

If this is a prank call, I swear I'll rip this person a new one.

"Harry, this is Dr. Rossman from Cedars-Sinai and you've been placed as emergency contact for Bridget McBride. Are you able to confirm that you know Bridget?" He asks with a serious tone.

Bean.

My Bean.

"Yes I know her. She's my... roommate. What's wrong? What happened?" I try to say calmly but my voice begins to rise with stress.

Nothing can be wrong. She has to be fine. She was just here. She's fine.

"Miss McBride was in an automobile accident and suffered a minor head injury-"

"A head injury! What do you mean? What kind of minor head injury?" I all but yell into the phone. I'm already standing and searching for my shoes and shirt. My head is flooded with images of her laying unconscious in a bed with tubes attached to her.

"Sir, please calm down. It was a minor accident, really. She's currently getting a CT scan but I believe she only has a concussion. She also received stitches to her head but she's going to be completely fine." He rushed through his words, I'm sure expecting another outburst from me.

"I'm coming now. Can you tell me what room she'll be in?" I say reaching for my keys and heading toward the front door.

"I'm so sorry, sir. But because of the pandemic we are not allowing any visitors. I'm just calling to let you know that, pending a clean CT scan, she will be ready in an hour for someone to come get her at the main entrance to the hospital. But she is awake and conscious right now so I have faith she'll be out of here in no time."

"Thank you for letting me know." I say after he says goodbye and I hang up in a daze.

I reach the front door and step outside only to realize the paparazzi are still camped out at my gate.

Shit. I can't leave. They'll follow me straight to the hospital and that'll be sure to end up on TMZ. Harry Styles seen leaving hospital during pandemic is not a headline that I can deal with right now.

I close the door and head back in to explain everything to Jed. He's been nervously pacing the whole time I was on the phone. I'm surprised he didn't wear a path into the hardwood.

"She was in a car accident. She's at the hospital but they'll let her go in an hour. I want to go pick her up  but the Paps are camped out. Plus I've been drinking. Can you please get her for me? I don't know what else to do." My voice cracks at the last word and my eyes begin to fill with moisture. Trying to hold myself together I pull an anxious hand through my hair waiting for his response.

I was a complete dick to her all day and now she's in the hospital.

And I can't even go get her myself and apologize.

"Yeah mate, don't worry. I'll leave now so that I'm there early in case she's waiting. Don't worry, she's okay now. I'll get her. You stay here and try to calm down." He places a reassuring hand on my shoulder and he passes by to exit out the front door.

As soon as the door closes behind him, there's an echoing silence that envelopes me. All I hear is my own breathing and my heart pulsing in my head. I sink down to the ground in the living room and bring my knees to my chest.

I feel trapped.

And stupid.

And useless.

Bean. Is the only word I can seem to think. It just repeats over and over in my head.

If this is my reaction to a call about her being okay, I don't think I would live through a call where she wasn't alright.

I owe her the biggest apology.

And I have to make this right.

A/N
Woop woop Harry's POV ftw.

And see you thought I wasn't gonna give her a name... I just loved her nickname so much I didn't really want to. Plus when it's in her POV it's weird for me to use her name. But this is Harry's so I could.

But anywayyyy, I bet ya Harry feels pretty bad rn. And I don't know if he'll feel any better when she gets home........ just sayin.