Ruby ღ

I'm not a bitch,
I'm not a slut,
I'm not a whore,
And I sure as hell ain't yours.
So go ahead and do yourself a favour:
Don't believe the rumours you hear about me.

Survival 101 - You're as good as dead if you try to get into my pants.

(Sequel to 'Red ♥')
Many thanks to: J.K Pansear (Kammy), kelsea (Briella), Musical Megster (Megan) - Love you all guys, thank you ♥ xoxo ~Patch


17. Wiped Clean

A.N: Okay, yes, I know. There are alot of loose ends I have yet to tie up, but I'll get them all done in time (hopefully). But for now, enjoy this chapter - Because I loved writing it! :D xoxo




"He's on the 2nd floor." the receptionist muttered, tapping away at her computer. I thanked her in a not-so-grateful tone and raced to the lift, pressing the button as fast as I could. Somehow, knowing what I was about to do, gave me a huge adrenalin rush.

"Harry Styles?" I blurted at the first nurse I passed.

She looked alarmed for a second  before composing herself and pointing in the direction she had just been walking. I nodded, a silent 'thank you' and flung the curtain open, flinching at the sight before me.

Harry lay on the bed, bruises under his eyes like someone had purposely smeared them on; his pale skin, glistening with a shean of sweat; the drip taped to his hand and the blood back beside his hospital bed.

"Harry." I whispered, my knees giving way beneath me. I slumped onto the visitor chair, wincing when the pulling on my heart increased.

When his eyelids fluttered open, the knot in my stomach twisted and I grabbed his hand, pressing my lips to his cold skin.

"Ruby?" his voice was scratchy and rough, he was obviously in need of a drink. I picked up the bottle of water on his bedside cabinet and tilted it to his lips, watching as he sipped it gently.

When he had finished, he sat up. I saw the crescent-shaped scabs layered onto the bags beneath his eyes and guilt swamped me.

"Harry, I'm. . . I'm so sorry." My voice broke on the last word and that was all it took to get me crying: great choking sobs of regret along with a snotty nose and sticky cheeks. Harry chuckled weakly and patted my hair as I sobbed onto  his lap, smelling the horrible disinfectant on the hospital bed covers.

"It's fine."

I sat up, my sadness and guilt tinged with anger.

"It's fine? I almost got you killed, Styles! You could've died and you made me weep like a bloody baby! I switched myself off and became a sadistic bitch, draining people of their mental energy and fucking up Red any chance I got. I was a horrible person, Harry! I am a horrible person." I sighed, dragging my fingers through my wind-blown hair.

"Godess, I'm sorry Harry. Really truly sorry." I made a sound crossed between a whimper and a cough.

He shook his head, his curls not nearly as bouncy as they once were. It was like all the life had been drained out of him. And now I was about to wipe his memory of me.

Not his whole memory, just the parts with me in them.

"You're beautiful, Rubes, inside and out. You may have done some pretty shitty things, but everybody has. There's always somebody worse out there. I forgive you, because I love you. And when you love somebody, forgivness is the only option.

Wrong, I thought, I know another option. And I'm chosing it right now.

He looked startled, but when I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled him towards me, he relaxed, assuming the kiss was the other option. So, with tears rolling silently down my cheeks, kissing the boy who would never remember, I selected all his thoughts containing me, and then stole them.

When I broke off from the kiss, I was dizzy and felt sick.

Harry closed his eyes, his head lolling back on the pillow.

"I love you too." I whispered, grinding my teeth to hold back the tears that were welling.

I pressed my lips to his forehead, closing my eyes to savour the moment, and then dissapeared out of his life.

For now.



Harry's P.O.V:

I woke up, disorientated and groggy. The boys were crowded around my bed, Red, Briella and Kammy absent from sight.

"Where are the girls?" I murmered, slightly alarmed to see Zayn stiffen with worry.

"Kam and Bri are at the cinema, and Red. . ." Louis trailed off, looking at Zayn with a wary expression.

"She lost it." Zayn mouthed, his eyes wide and scared.

"Lost. . ? Oh. Zayn, mate, I'm sorry."

He broke from his frightened trance and shook his head.

"It's alright. She's resting. She won't speak or eat properly, and sometimes she freaks out and starts acting crazy, smashing things and crying and screaming. It's horrific."

Niall nodded with mild sympathy.

"She's going through a seriously rough time." he said, yawning. He looked tired. Infact, come to think of it, they all looked tired. And wound up about something.

"Guys? Is there something you're not telling me?"

Louis muttered something to Niall and he tensed, suddenly angry.

"She's wiped him clean. We can't let him bump into her or she'll try to start again. It'll only hurt more. I don't think he'll remember her."

"Her? Um, what are you on about? Clueless, drug-dosed patient here." I smiled at them and they shrugged.

"Nothing." Niall insisted. "Everything is absolutely fine."

I nodded, satisfied, and sat up in the bed. My lips felt sore but tingled with something I'd never felt before. I let it pass before rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"I better tell the nurse I'm up. I want to be out of here by noon." I stretched, yawning.

The boys shuffled, getting up and gathering their coats and bags.

"Well, let's go check you out of this place." Zayn grinned, fake and cheery.

The boys nodded, grinning just as wide.

I could tell they were hiding something.

And I would find out soon enough.










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