Country Pride [A Harry Styles Love Story]

Aspyn is the Kentucky born n' raised daughter of a small-town Thoroughbred breeder. Her life revolves around her father's horses, and her life is turned upside down when the world's most popular boy band drives through her little town of 400 people.


7. Suck it Up, Buttercup

The long days in the hospital became increasingly worse.  My body no longer stung with pain, but my head still ached and pounded on my skull day and night.  I took whatever medications the doctors gave me, and allowed the nurses to help me out of bed for daily walks down the hallway.  I was perfectly healthy and ready to go home.  But it was the "episodes" that kept me there.

Whenever a tiny sliver of a thought about Redfury was allowed to slip into my mind, my head vibrated with excruciating pain.  If I was laying in bed, I would wrap my arms around my skull and sob.  And if I happened to be walking the hallways, I would sometimes fall to the floor and scream, holding my temples.  The nurses, doctors, and other patients thought I was insane. 

Mr. Fancy Pants Styles had yet to witness one of my episodes, which I eager for him to see. It would make him run away all the more faster.

I was told by the nurses that he visited every single day. Apparently, every time he came I was sleeping.  Ha. I bet he paid off the nurses to tell me that, while he was really out honky-tonkin' in the more populated cities of Kentucky.  Why didn't he just pack his bags with his expensive clothes and leave in his private jet?

As I sat fuming, curled up in the bed sheets, I heard a quiet rap-a-tap-tap on the door. Feeling like an abandoned dog, I perked up and glanced towards the door. 

Speak of the devil...

It was Harry Styles.

"You're awake," he told me with one of the famous smiles that made girls swoon.  But there was no true warmth behind his smile.  It was too well practiced--too stiff and fake.

"Is that the only way you know how to greet someone?" I asked with a roll of my eyes, shifting my weight so I didn't have to look at him.

"No," he replied, unfazed by my questioning. "I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing." He sat back in the chair and leaned back to get comfortable. Oh, great.  He was going to be here for a while. 

"Well I'm just dandy.  I only got hit by a car and had my horse killed, along with every dream and hope that rested on his shoulders...but otherwise I'm as happy as a fat trucker in McDonald's." I spat back sarcastically. How did he think I was doing?!

Ignoring my answer, he continued to speak. "You know I'm not leaving until you forgive me and the media get a few happy pictures."

"Well then, suck it up, Buttercup, 'cause I'll never forgive your pathetic ass."

"Then I'll have to make sure you do," he said with a playful, but serious gleam in his green eyes.


"So, what do you want to do today?" Harry asked in his rich British accent.  He had sat in that chair watching me for the past hour.  I had just watched television, completely ignoring him.

"What do you mean?" I asked with an annoyed sigh. "I'm in the hospital, practically on lockdown." I was all but pacing in this jail cell.

"You can just sneak out of hospital, while I distract nurse.  Then we can just hang out, grab lunch, go to the racetrack..." What was he doing all this for?  Just so I'll forgive him?

I didn't feel much like pondering his thoughts all day while I was bored out of my mind, so I answered, "Get me some normal clothes, and you got yourself a deal." I smirked at him.

About ten minutes later Harry returned with clothes and a pair of wedges with nearly four inch heels.

"Holy smokes!" I exclaimed as he handed me the shoes and clothing. "How am I supposed to walk in these?"

"I just saw them and they screamed, 'put us on Aspyn's long legs so we can look beautiful, too'," he told me with a flirty spark in his eyes.

I just rolled mine and slipped into the bathroom to change.

I came out a minute later wearing a too-tight v-neck t-shirt that left very little to the imagination, a pair of light wash, super-short shorts that were frayed on the bottom, and the wedges.   I felt naked, to say the least.  And everything had designer brand labels.  Everything combined probably cost more than my pick-up truck.

Harry let out a low whistle, only making me feel even more self-concious.

"Hot damn," he breathed, his voice low and deep as he examined me from head to toe.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are we gonna go, or what?" I asked, nibbling on my lip nervously.

He stepped closer to me until he was not even half a foot away.  He reached out to caress my bottom lip. "Damn, this lip looks so plump, soft, and kissable right now," he murmured, his voice breathy.

My heart picked up speed and my heart pounded in my chest.  I knew I should push him away...

"If only I didn't hit you with my car..." he whispered.

Then it all came crashing back to me.  This was the guy who put me in the hospital in the first place and killed my horse. 

I put my hands on his rock hard chest and felt his pulse dance under my fingertips... just before I shoved him into the wall, where he collasped with a grunt.

I let out a muffled gasp of shock.  I had never been a violent person before... What had gotten into me?  Then again, I had never expierenced a loss so draining before... or an attraction so strong.

"Oh my gosh!" I yelped, rushing to his side, nearly tripping with the heels. He got to his feet and ofcourse...wait for it... fixed his hair. Again. 

Once he got up and I saw that he was perfectly fine, other than a few (heaven forbid!) hairs out of place, I let out a sigh of relief.  "Let's go before someone realized what happened."  I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out the door.



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