The Rebound Girl ~ Book 1 ~ Completed!

Liam is having a hard time after his break up with Danielle and when he meets Bess Boone he sees her only as the rebound girl. When Harry begins to really fall for her though things are bound to get complicated. In the meantime, Bess is fighting depression.The story contains cigarette use, a little bit of bad language, and some possible mature content, so, be aware of that.


28. Fever

I was in Heathrow, Terminal 5, waiting for the boys to arrive. I pulled my sleeves over my hands and put them over my mouth, staring at the automatic sliding doors. I was growing impatient with every second that passed by. I wanted to see Harry. I wanted to see him now. A few photographers had gathered at the airport too, probably wanting to get a shot or two of the boys. Some of them took my picture but I paid no attention to them. When the boys finally walked through the doors, I gasped and ran to them. I crashed into Harry, throwing my arms around his neck.

‘Wow, easy there tiger,’ Harry laughed, putting his arms around my waist and lifting me up.

‘I don’t think I could stand another day without you,’ I breathed and he chuckled, putting me down. When he buried his face on my neck, I closed my eyes and gently got a fistful of his fair.

‘Tell me you can’t live without me,’ Harry whispered and I pulled back to look him in the eyes.

‘I can’t,’ I told him and when he half smiled, his dimple played in his cheek. I wanted to kiss it but Louis distracted me.

‘I don’t want to ruin the moment or anything,’ he began. ‘But you’re not bloody alone! Come on,’ he said, patting Harry on the back.

Harry took my hand in his and we walked out of the airport. We climbed inside the car that was waiting for them outside and the driver started the engine. I looked at all the boys. Niall had already fallen asleep. His head was pressed against the window and his was mouth a little open. Zayn was texting with his eyes half closed and Liam was yawning, rubbing one eye. Louis though looked fine. I turned to Harry. His voice was hoarse, his nose was blocked and he was coughing. I touched his forehead.

‘You’re burning up,’ I told him worried but he took my hand and kissed it.

‘I’m fine,’ he smiled. ‘It’s only a cold.’

Half an hour later, the driver dropped us off at Harry’s flat. Harry put his arm around my neck and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. No matter what he had said earlier, he was really not well. I helped him up the stairs and when we got inside the flat, I took him straight to the bedroom. I turned on the lights while he fell on his back on the bed. He groaned, rubbing his face with his big hands. I had to help him out of his clothes before he passed out. I went to him, kneeled beside him and when I pulled his shirt over his head, he reached for me.

‘Baby, behave,’ I told him, pulling open his belt buckle and unzipping his jeans. I slipped them off his legs and threw them to the floor. ‘I’ll go make you some tea and soup,’ I said but before I got up, Harry grabbed my wrists and sat up. Our faces were inches apart.

‘I want us to get married on Christmas Day,’ Harry said and I did my best to keep my calm. That was only two months from now. I couldn’t do it. I thought I couldn’t breathe just by thinking about it.

‘I think that’s the fever talking,’ I told him, touching his cheek. Fever brought a few sweat drops to his forehead and I wiped them away with my fingers. ‘Now, get under the covers,’ I ordered and Harry groaned a little.

When I went to the kitchen, I poured a can of chicken soup into a pot and let it heat on the cooker while I opened every cupboards and drawer, searching for Paracetamol. When I didn’t find any, I called Mina and Sophie but they didn’t pick up. I hesitated but called Liam. It rang a few times before he answered.

Hello?’ Liam said in a sleepy voice. I had woken him up. I shouldn’t have called him. I was going to hang up but he called, ‘Bess?’

‘Hey,’ I sheepishly replied. ‘I’m sorry if I woke you up.’

It’s alright,’ he said. ‘Is something wrong?’ he asked, yawning.

‘Harry’s ill,’ I told him. ‘And I can’t find any Paracetamol in his flat. I would go to a drug store but I don’t want to leave him alone.’

I see …’

‘It was stupid of me calling you,’ I blurted out. ‘I’m sorry. Go back to sleep. I’ll figure something out.’

I’ll be right there,’ Liam simply said and hung up. Harry was right, I thought. I did go running to Liam all the time and not only when he had a problem but when I had one too. I tried not to think about that right now though. I poured the soup in a bowl and went back in the bedroom.

Harry was under the covers now. He was leaning back against the headboard. The duvet was up to his stomach. As I walked to him, Harry grinned, his eyes leisurely travelling from my face to my neck, breasts, legs and all the way back up.

‘Don’t even think about it,’ I warned. ‘The only thing you should be thinking of right now is getting better,’ I said, sitting down next to him.

‘It’s impossible not to think about it, beautiful,’ Harry replied, staring at my crossed legs. He put a hand on my thigh and squeezed it. He licked his lower lip. ‘With that face and body of yours. Plus, I haven’t seen you in fourteen days.’

I shivered and my cheeks burned. He was giving me fever! ‘Just eat your soup,’ I told him, handing him the bowl. He smiled and brought the bowl up to his chin. He ate a few spoonfuls before we heard the front door open and close.

‘Who’s that?’ Harry asked, frowning, and I felt as if judgment day had come for me.

I swallowed with difficulty before I replied, ‘Liam.’

‘And why is Liam here, Bess?’ Harry asked, putting the bowl on the night stand.

‘Well,’ I began, nervously moving my hands about. ‘You didn’t have any Paracetamol so – ’

‘So,’ Harry interrupted me. ‘You called Liam.’

I bowed my head and looked at my hands.

‘How are you feeling, mate?’ Liam asked, walking in the bedroom.

‘Fantastic,’ Harry ironically replied.

‘Take two of them and you’ll feel a lot better in the morning,’ Liam said, handing him a pack of the pills.

‘Thanks,’ Harry said, throwing the pack on the bed. Liam lingered for a while with his hands in his sweatshirts’ pockets. I didn’t look at him the whole time.

‘I guess I’ll go then,’ Liam shrugged. It had been a long day for them. After he left, Harry got my chin with his thumb and forefinger and lifted my head up. I thought he would be angry but he wasn’t.

‘I need you to need me more than him, Bess,’ Harry said. ‘Do you understand that?’

‘I don’t think you know just how much I actually need you,’ I told him and my lower lip was quivering.

‘Good,’ Harry said. He finished his soup and took two pills. It wasn’t long before he passed out. I turned the lights off and returned to bed. I curled up over the covers, next to him, and I dozed off, listening to his deep breathing. I wanted to be there in case he woke up in the middle of the night and needed me.


So, one of my tutors is a horrible person and I can't be bothered about her course anymore so I keep calm and write my story.. :p Hope you like :) xx

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