Mandolin Rain

Elliot's POV

After a good cry I step across the hall to an open bathroom to compose myself. I would like to leave, I hate hospitals, but I'd feel terrible to just leave Harry in surgery with everyone so far away. I wipe the dried tears from my eyes, thankfully I don't wear makeup when I teach yoga so I don't have to worry about mascara running or my eyeliner being all jacked up. I take a quick pee and wash my hands, taking one final look at myself. I don't know how long Harry will be in surgery for but I want to make sure I'm there when they wheel him to recovery.

I take my seat in the still quiet hallway. It's creepy how quiet the hallway actually is. I pull Harry's helmet out from below my chair and put it on the seat next to me, thankfully his wallet and phone are still there. Don't know who would take it though, no one is here.

I look at the paperwork attached to the clipboard on my lap and begin to read it. I don't think I can sign for him since I'm assuming he's a legal adult, and I know nothing about his medical history so I decide to look in his wallet for basic information and then probably call his mom about the rest.

Shit. Call. Anne asked me to call people. Thankfully I made a list on the notes app on my phone or I wouldn't remember anything.

I decide to at least start his paperwork before I call his, I'm assumed friends and family. I pull
out his awkward looking driver's license and notice that he's from England. I assumed, from his voice but with all the chaos going on I really wasn't paying attention to the accent, just his words.

My eyes widen when I see his picture and name. Harry Edward Styles. Fuck. Thee Harry Stlyes? How did I not notice this? Right, between the helmet and head brace, ambulance ride, and rushing around, it was the last thing on my mind to notice if he was famous. Simon? I have to call Simon Cowell? And the rest of One Direction? And his sister and dad? I was suddenly very aware of my situation and I didn't really like it. Everyone knows who One Direction is. I mean, Harry has twenty bajillion twitter followers, and I have his phone in my hand. Shit. I drop the phone back in his helmet like it's on fire and try to calm myself.

He's a regular person.

He makes mistakes like the rest of us.

Yeah,he's totally like the rest of us, except his mistakes are broadcasted around the world, and he's a world famous international popstar.

Breath.

I inhale and exhale to compose myself.

He needs my help, I remind myself as I get as much information from his license as I can, birth date (I like One Direction but I don't know everything about them), height, weight (after I convert them to standard units of measure compared to metric thanks to my phone), check that he's an organ donor, hair color, eye color, as much as I can. I describe the accident when the form asks why your here.

After I've filled out as much paperwork as I can, I call Anne and ask her about his medical history, assuring her that I will not share his “secrets” with others. She was a little more calm then the last time I talked to her and I informed her that Harry's in surgery to set his leg and clean is road rash. She seems a little more calm but informed me she still has an hour drive and then wait an hour for her flight to take off, then still another ten hour trip. I reassure her that I'll keep texting her, even when she's in air and to let her know when she arrives. She asks me to stay with Harry until she arrives, telling me she knows she's asking a lot but pleads with me to do so. I reluctantly agree. I kind of just want to go home, but I wouldn't want to wake up alone in a hospital confused.

I finish the paperwork and put it off to the side. I don't want to walk back to the check in desk, one because I don't remember how to get there, and second because I don't want them to bring him out of surgery and have me miss it and wonder where he went. I decide to call everyone on the list that Anne gave me. Thankfully she told me that she informed Gemma and Des, so I didn't have to call his sister and dad. But I still had to call Simon and everyone else. Harry's phone was extremely low on battery so I quickly jotted their numbers down and pulled my phone out. It was still attached to my armband. I never took it off from my run that seemed like weeks ago. I was glad that I left it charging back at the yoga studio and I really hadn’t even really started my run so my battery life was still high.

After I had called everyone to inform them of Harry's accident I felt a little better. A little surreal that I just got off the phone with extremely famous people but it didn't seam like it. The only difference I really noted in the way they spoke to me was just the fact of their accents. They never acted like they were on a whole other level then myself. They were all extremely concerned for Harry and all made me promise updates. So not only am I waiting for Harry styles to get out of surgery, I'll be texting all of his band mates. Awkward.

I need to pinch myself. Make sure this is real life.

During my last call I got several beeps and realized it was my cousin Joe. Wondering where I am. He knew Thursday's were my long run, but I'm usually only gone for about an hour and a half, and looking at my phone, I've been gone for close to three. I'm not Forrest Gump, I don't run for hours upon hours. Shit.

“Joe?” I aks.

“Lettie! Where the hell are you?” He scolds me. We're only a few months apart, but he acts like my older brothers.

“I'm sorry, I went for a run after my last class and witnessed an accident. I'm with the guy that got hit at the hospital. He's from England, his family can't come for hours.” I try to explain myself.

“He's in surgery, he broke his leg and it needs to be set, as well as he has some nasty road rash that needs cleaned. And I think something is wrong with his arm.” I inform him. “Joe, it's Harry Stlyes from One Direction.” I say my last part quietly.

“Are you shitting me?” He asks, I know his eyes are wide with question even though I can't see him.

“Nope, I didn't realize it at first but I had to fill out his paperwork and I even talked to his mom. Hell, she asked me to call all of his bandmates. It's been a really weird day.” I shake my head trying to grasp today.

“Well do you need anything?” He asks me as I try to think.

“Yes! Actually, can you go to the corner of Foothill Road and Elevado Avenue and pick up Harry's motorcycle?” I ask, Joe has a pickup, and a bunch of friends who can help him lift it in to the back.

“What do you want me to do with it?” He asks.

“Just keep it for now, I don't know where he lives, he only has an England address on his license. I just don't want anyone else to take it, I know they pushed it to the side of the road when we left but I don't want it to stay there.” I plead.

“Ok,fine. Let me know if you need anything okay? What hospital are you at?” He asks as I look down at the paperwork in front of me to make sure.

“Were at Cedar-Siani Medical Center. I'll have my phone, I know they have charging stations around here so don't worry.” I assure him.

“Okay, I'll call your mom and let her know to, don't you have a class to teach tonight?” He asks as my mind races to think of my schedule.

“I was suppose to but mom had someone else cover it so I could take a break. She wants me to do some shavasana.” I laugh and Joe joins me.

“Her and her shavasana. Take care okay El?”

“I will, let me know when you have his bike.”

“Will do, bye cuz.”

I hang up the phone and wait. Patiently.

Notes

Hey guys!

I noticed some errors in chapter 2, as per usual the site won't let me fix it without my computer freaking out so I'm not fixing them. :)

It was a chill chapter after the first two...I know it start off crazy with Harry's accident, but if you ready my Liam story, I try to make things as realistic as possible so things will slow and drama will always come up. Plus can you imagine how you would feel after that? After realizing the person you've been helping is Harry Styles? I'd freak.

Thanks for all the views, comments, and subscriptions! LOVE that you guys LOVE this story already.