Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...


24. Changing the Past; Chapter 24; Valentines Week Part 3

A/N- Sorry it took so long. I really tried hard to update it. And when I wanted to, my wifi turned off at night and I couldn't go and turn it on otherwise I would wake my family up. And the usual: homework. But I hope you enjoy the chapter :D <3 


I fiddle with my hands nervously. I'm sitting on a chair outside the room Sarah is in with Harry next to me. I watch my hands twitch to avoid any awkward eye contact. A nurse pops her head out and says, 
"You can come in. We think you should be there when we see the results." She glances at Harry and he looks at her, sadly. "I'm afraid you can't follow. I'm very sorry but it's against our rules to let others who do not have any record relation between the patient and the visitor. As Grace is her sister, she's aloud to come in now whilst we take the tests. We will call you in when you can come in." She smiles lightly and exits the room. I sigh and force myself to stand up, not wanting to go into the room where Sarah lies, tubes sticking out of her like snakes trying to poison her. I shuffle forward and glance back at Harry. He's watching me move, his face anxious. 
"Bye," I smile weakly and push myself into the room. It smells like an old people's care home but looks as sparkling clean as a freshly polished shoe. Walking over to Sarah's bed, I see that her face is white and she isn't moving, apart from the tiny movement of her hair when she breaths out. The few brown strands flicker around peacefully. I touch her lips to see if they are cold. Their warm, like normal. Hopefully this is a sign that she will get better. Hopefully. 
"Take a seat," says one nurse with bright red lipstick on. Although it looks amazing on her, surely it's not hygienic. She smiles at me and I can't help but feel patronised. I keep quiet though and pull out a chair to push it next to Sarah's bed. I sit and place my hands in my lap, trying to imagine how happy I will be if she survives, as they take a few tests. Feeling sick after watching the sixth injection, Harry comes into the room. He pulls a chair too and sits down next to me. 
He smiles at me and says,
"Are you ok?"
"Well, no not really, but I'll get over it. It's not me who it's happening to so... Yeah," I say, shrugging. 
"Don't worry. This is the last test we are going to do," says the bright lipstick nurse. I nod and smile but inside I'm annoyed at how she was listening to our conversation. There is silence after that. Ten minutes later, I can tell that Harry is getting bored so I decide to take a walk outside. 
"Is she going to wake up soon?" I ask before leaving. 
"No, she won't be waking up for at least another three days. But come back regularly to check up on her, you might not want to miss the waking," the nurse says and smiles. Harry looks in my direction and gets up. He follows me out the door. As we get outside, Harry sniffs loudly and says,
"Smells in there." I laugh and say,
"Yeah it does. I don't understand how those nurses survive." Harry smiles and I feel his arm brush against mine. It still gives me a start, even now. He must've noticed it too as he winds his arm in mine and takes hold of my hand. As awkward as I am in these situations, I start laughing. I don't even know why. Harry stares at me weirdly and starts laughing too. I guess it is because I can't think of anything to say. We're both laughing, swinging our arms as we turn the corner. I stop in my tracks as I see Niall. He's not by himself. But he's not snogging anyone this time, thank God. He's with a girl. I couldn't care less usually but as this girl was Cara's best friend, I really do mind. No doubt that Amelia is only getting close to him so that Cara can 'accidentally-meet-him-and-magically-get-him-to-love-her'. But there's something about Amelia's face that I see is different than when I first met her. She seems more... Smiley. Maybe it's because Cara isn't controlling her. Oh who am I kidding, she's a bitch just like Cara; she just took a glance at me and suddenly face-planted into Niall's face. I try to look away but I can't help but stare. Didn't Niall tell me that I was his princess the other day? 
"Aw look, Niall's got a girlfriend," Harry says, a little too loudly so Niall can hear. He pulls away and says, 
"She's not my girlfriend we're just... Friends." Amelia looks horrified. 
"We're just friends? I thought you liked me more than that!" She says and storms off.  His eyes trail down to where mine and Harry's hands meet and they stay there for a few seconds before smiling to me and saying, 
"Hello Grace." I smile back. 
"Hey." It gets a bit awkward and Niall says,
"Well, I should be- er going now. Bye Harry. And Grace." 
"See you later, Niall," Harry says and starts to walk along. I get kind of dragged forward as mine and Harry's hands are still together so by the time I can say anything, Niall is gone. 
"Bye then," I mumble and Harry pulls on my arm. 
"Come on, lets go," he whines, playfully. I laugh and ask,
"What's the rush?"
"I need to ask you something." Oh God, I know what it's going to be. I don't even know why I'm acting like this, it's not like I'm going to marry him if I say yes. Harry is slightly infront of me and he turns around. Stopping myself from stumbling into him and probably having to take another trip to hospital (haha I'm so funny), our faces are inches apart. 
"Will you go on a Valentines date with me?" Harry asks, biting his lip as if he were nervous. Is this really a big deal? We're both acting like we're making a commitment to- YES THIS IS A FUCKING BIG DEAL. 
"Nuggy," I whisper and I see Harry's emerald eyes widen and he grins, massively. He shakes his head and says,
"I take that as a yes then." Before I could say another word, he pulls me into a kiss and he doesn't pull away until half a minute later (doesn't sound like that long but seriously, I could hardly breath) to look into my eyes to say, 
"You are the most amazing, beautiful yet weird person I have ever met." He turns around and walks of calling behind him, 
"I'm just going back to mine. I'll text you when and where. Love you, babe." He. Called. Me. Babe. He invited me out to dinner. On valentines day. With him. With Harry Styles. I breath in deeply as I sit down on the bench that Niall and Amelia were on. That was easy. I think, now, I really believe that the saying 'every cloud has a silver lining' is true. Although Sarah is lying in hospital, I am going on a valentines date with Harry Styles. Crappy-wow-wow. 

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