H.P.O.V.

There is no 'could've been' between you and me. There isn't going to be an end either.

I have been stuck in this room with pointless people for two hours and have gotten nowhere near close to where we should be.

"Your image is in the gutter Harry! Will you please explain why the fuck you thought it'd be okay to fuck up this bad?! Just give me a little insight." Rodney shouts at me. For a publicist he does not have it together at all. "Were you and your wife ever in love? Like did you even like her because you sure as fuck could have fooled me."

"Shut the fuck up." I warn.

I know he has every right to question my feelings toward my wife. After what I've done, I deserve the judgment.

"No! You should have kept fucking quiet if you were planning to have an affair, like the way you stayed quiet every time Presley was harassed by your fans because you were out being a selfish dick. Your image is fucking crumbling!"

"I don't give a fuck about my image!" I slam my fist on the table and lean forward. "I did not call you here to fix my image. I don't give a fuck about that. I called you here because I need you to find a way to protect my wife from these trolls. She is all I care about now. Either do it or I'll find someone who can."

Rodney laughs, "It's funny how people try to fix things when it's too late. It's a fucking trip." He shakes his head, "I am going to do this for Presley, not you. I don't care that you're the one who pays me or if you fire me."

I look at him carefully and remain quiet. I am so focused on him that I jump when my phone rings on the table. My eyes bug out when I see Louis' name flash on my phone and my heart automatically drops because I know somethings happened with my baby. I can feel it.

"Lou?" Rodney looks at me curiously when he hears my different tone.

"Harry, accident." He shutters and my eyebrows furrow. "W-we had an accident and your car--"

God, no. "We?"

"Presley and Me. We--"

"Where are you?!" I shout. Any rational thought has left my head. The adrenaline has kicked in and the blood has rushed to my ears.

"On seventh street right before the Tesco on main--" I end the call and grab my jacket before Louis can finish explaining or I'm stopped by Rodney.

"The fuck are you going? You can't be seen in public right now!" He grabs my arm before I can leave. "Harry! What the fuck?"

I push him back not caring that he probably fell. I meant it when I said I don't care about my image. I don't. I've ruined it and I don't care.

I rush to my car and drive entirely to fast for a parking structure. I almost hit a couple who were walking entirely too slow and barely miss the screaming girls on the street hoping to get my attention.

The drive to the accident is hell and as I get closer I can hear the sirens. There are people surrounding the accident and I have to physically leave my car and run closer. I push past the spectators and shove away the ones who realize who I am. The cops try to stop me but I move past them also and rush towards Presley who is siting down on the curb clutching a red blanket with her head down.

My throat closes up and I want to sob now that I know she's awake. I run toward her passing the nurses and ignore the sudden happy screams when people see me. I bend to her level and try not to shout at the people who think it is okay to film something so serious because someone like me is here.

She looks up and I see the panic in her eyes, "You're okay, you're okay." I chant softly kissing her head gently between words and ignoring Louis' comments. "Fuck, you're okay. You are okay, yeah?" I need the reassurance. My eyes need to see her respond to me.

My wife, my baby, my person was in a car accident. She is alive and I need to see she is okay. I need to make sure.

"Don't fucking touch her," Louis snarls. If he could have he would have punched me. He wants to hurt me and I don't blame him. I blame myself.

"Harry I'm so so--"

"You're okay," I cut her off. I run my hand through her hair and I let my eyes soak her up. I've missed her. I've missed her desperately. My hands have missed her skin and my mouth wants to connect to her's so badly I think I'll die. "I thought-- oh thank God, you're okay." I help her stand slowly and I know she should stay down but I need to hug her. I need her close because I haven't been able to breathe properly since the last time I saw her.

All I can think about is her. All I want is her. I want the chance to beg for forgiveness. I want to hold her and kiss her. I want my home back. I want her to hit me because I deserve it. I want her more than I've ever wanted her.

I pull her close to me by her waist and I wrap my arms tightly around her shaking form. My baby has lost weight and it must be the stress I have caused. Another reason I hate myself.

My baby, my person. Baby is okay. Baby is here.

"Louis!" My head snaps at the sound of Ben's voice as he runs towards Louis after being let in by the officers blocking the crowd from coming too close. Louis must have called him after calling me.

Presley tenses in my arms and has to look away when Ben meets her eyes. He looks scared and worried. He is looking at my wife sadly and I do my best to block her from his gaze because it is making her uncomfortable. It is bothering her and I want to release the adrenaline by killing him for making my baby squirm.

Louis rests his head on Ben's shoulder as he tries to calm down. He looks relaxed in Ben's hold. "Oh, Lou, thank God."

"M'fine," Louis murmurs. "Presley, bab--"

"I have her," I say cutting him off gently. "Relax Lou." I rub the sides of her waist and breathe in the sent of her shampoo.

Baby...She's okay...She's okay.

"Don't tell me what to do." He bites back and glares up at me. "Keep her calm and enjoy being near her for now. Soon I'll get you to leave anyway." He clamps his eyes shut and leans his head back down on Ben.

This is the most civil Louis has been with me in months. I don't blame him but I will not be leaving Presley at a time like this. She could have died and I'll be damned if I let anyone pry me away even if I deserve it.

Holding Presley is something I need. I will not let her go and I won't be leaving. If I have to fight Louis so be it.

"Harry-- your car, I'm so sorry."

"I don't care about the car," I look into her eyes hoping she realizes that the car means nothing. That I am here because I love her. I love her so much. I cup her cheek and kiss it, "Forget about the fucking car. Just--I was so worried and I would've been here sooner had they let me leave like decent human beings-- had to storm out, and Lou said you were-- fuck, baby, how do you feel? Let me take you to the hos--"

"Harry, I'm okay. I'm fine." She rests her head against my shoulder and tightens her weak arms around me as best she can. I try to pull her closer even if it's not possible. "Your car though-- Harry, I swear I'll pay for it! It'll take a while, but--"

I kiss her head before she looks at me again. "Stop it, just let me hold you." I need to hold her. My eyes need to see that she is alive. I need her. I love her. "I died every time I thought you were-- no, you're okay. You're okay."

"I'm okay," she promises and rubs small shapes on my back. Baby is okay. Baby is alive. I shudder and grip onto my wife tighter. "Harry, I'm okay."

I pull back and cup the back of her head and immediately frown and my eyebrows furrow together at her noticeable wince. "Your head, baby, how bad does it hurt?"

"Only a bit," she says too quickly. I feel the panic in my bones. Baby is in pain. Help baby. Help. "Harry it's fine, they said it's only a bruise and it'll cause mild head aches for the next few hours but I'm--" she shakes her head and says, "Fine."

"Sir, is this your car?"

A growl erupts in my chest and I squeeze my wife's hip when I feel her jump softly. "Yes, where's the prick who hit it? They could've killed her! Where are they?"

I will find out who is responsible and I will destroy them. I will make them regret ever getting their license. I want the kill. I want them to feel pain.

"Harry," Presley tentatively whispers. I keep my eyes on the nervous technician though, "Please, it's okay."

"Okay? This is not fucking okay! They could have hurt you worse! They could've--" I force myself to stop and hold back my sobs. I look at Presley and the anger returns. I will find whoever did this and I will destroy them. "Where are they?" I demand from the officer who looks between us awkwardly and begins to stammer out the location of the intoxicated driver.

"She--"

"She?" Presley asks astonished. She rests her head against my shoulder again and I kiss her hair. "It's a she?"

"Yes mam." He stutters.

"You tell her she'll be hearing from my lawyer. She won't get away with this." I vow. Though if I kill the bitch I'll be the one who needs the lawyers. I move us away from the frazzled, useless man and walk to the nearest technician.

"Harry, it was an accident--" Presley says slowly.

I glare straight ahead and clench my jaw, "Bumping into you is an accident. Spilling your drink is an accident. Nearly killing you in a car wreck is not an accident! I'd kick her ass but she's and she and not here! Fucking bitch, endangering you like that! Fuck, no, I'm not going to let this go."

"H--"

"Can you please attend to my wife's head? She's in pain." I say cutting her off. No matter what she says I will still find the bitch responsible and I will end her.

Louis and Ben walk over soon after and Louis and Presley share a look that I catch. She shrugs and sits on the edge of the ambulance as they begin to check her for trauma. She rubs her forehead and keeps her head down.

"Pain level?" The man asks her.

"Seven." She mumbles unsteadily.

"Are you dizzy? Feeling weak legs? Walking shakily?"

"I'm...shit, I'm fine. I've got a bit of a head ache but I'm okay."

"The back of her head hurts," I say knowing that if I didn't she wouldn't either. "What the fuck are you doing!?" I push the idiot away and stand in front of my injured baby.

"Sir I have to check for any major injuries." He says nervously looking around for help.

"Then find someone competent enough not to cause her more pain!"

He nods and before he can runaway Louis nervously mumbles, "Presley?" We both look at her and I turn just in time for her forehead to rest against my chest as she loses consciousness.

"Baby?" I cup the back of her head the panic about to drive me crazy.

I'm about to shake her when the same technician says, "Don't move her! She could have a serious head injury. Hold her still as we set up the gurney. " He runs away and I do as he says as I let the water finally leave my eyes.

My baby, my wife, my person. She's alive but I don't know if she's okay.

My baby, baby, baby.

Notes

I laugh everytime I remember that I said there were only three chapters left of this story.