Skinny Love

Emily is always unnoticed by Harry, she's invited over to his flat but he just uses her physically. She decidedes to take him day by day and except the fact that she is just a novelty to him. Emily is thrown around by Harry's other mistress that controls him and Harry can't find his own way out of his own hole.
Harry then realizes Emily has loved him all along and knows that she's been there since the beginning.


8. Bittersweet

A few days have passed, people coming and going as I stayed still. 
Harry is with his band mates today practicing for a few shows coming up. I on the other hand have gone back to work, at the Hollister in the mall. I'm planning to go to Uni next fall, it's making the transformation into November here in London. It's quite cold out today and Harry agreed to pick me up after work instead of riding the bus. I'm tired of stacking clothes and hanging dresses on a rod. I'm tired of unhappy customers coming in and demanding for a refund. The rude customers who leave their trash or personal items around and expect us to clean it up. Or the overly happy teenage girls spraying every perfume we have in stock, making the place almost unbearable. 
My shift was over, I walked to the entrance to find cheeky Harry standing up against his fancy European car smirking like a mischievous child. I couldn't help but smile at the moment, I walked toward him adjusting my coat collar. "Hello love" he smiles and greets me with a gentle kiss. 
"Hi" I sighed letting out relief to the fact I'm off work. He opened the door for me, I got in and rested my head on my hand. 
He got in and drove off, "How was work?" He asked trying to get a conversation going. "It's was fine." I shrugged. Harry sighed and graciously took my hand as he drove through the busy streets. "I think I'm going to quit." My eyes glanced to Harry at this point. He nodded and shrugged, "More time with me, you can become a house wife" he grinned getting me to giggle. "Right now, that seems perfect." I slid down in my seat exhaustedly wanting to just sleep. 
"We'll consider it." He patted my hand and continued to drive through the streets. Maybe he was right, I should just stay and go to Uni. 
"I think I'm going to go to University." I mumbled. "Here in London?" He sounded worried while asking. "Of course in London. Would I leave you?" I asked nudging him. "Good," I'm glad he agrees, his opinion means most to me. 
He hops out of the car and opens my door "What, is your new name mister love?" I chuckled, Harry smiles and puts his arm over my shoulder. He leads me in the house with a gorgeous smile. 
"All I want for you is that you are happy" he says giving me a deep eye contact with green emeralds staring back. I smile, still exhausted from my day. I decide to go straight to sleep on the bed and it seemed like only a minute or two. 
  I woke up hours later, surprised that I wasn't starving. Harry was in the other room watching television. I didn't want to interrupt him to I lie in the bed shifting from side to side bringing in his scent in the pillows. 
Inhaling at all costs almost sucking the special scent right out of the sheets and pillows. It's better than the flowers that make me want to vomit. 
I finally got the strength to get up out of the almost too comfortable bed, shuffling my feet back and forth as I entered the bathroom. Scratching me head, I accidentally hit my wound where I fell in the bathtub. 
 I cringed as my fingers lightly smoothed over the bruise. I took a look in the mirror, I was paler than usual. My lips were a colorless purple, chapped to an extent of bleeding. I looked sick, it must be because of my eating habits lately. I haven't eaten a decent sized meal in about a week. I've been eating, just popping a few chips in my mouth when I get hungry, but I down water any chance I get. I guess my taste buds are getting tasteless. I'm not shocked, but maybe I'm sick. I'm exhausted every hour of everyday, I rarely ever eat, I look the part of being sick. But I don't feel sick. I'm not cold, hot, or in a dying need of help.
 Maybe I've caught something at work, or from being out in the cold. The transaction from fall to winter is a brutal time, especially if you have Asthma like me. 
Maybe this is my period, that usually comes at this time of the month. 
I pulled myself together to walk out of the bathroom, I decided to check the date on my phone. It's November 4, okay. So my period should be arriving anytime. This is probably just a odd way of my body telling me that I'm expecting a monthly gift. 
 Harry walked in to the room, giving me a slight smile before switching the light fixture on. I tried my best to turn away, but he had already saw my sickening figure beam in front of him. 
  He rushed to my side catching me as if I were to fall. "What's wrong?" He panics. "What do you mean?" I asked confused. "You changed so fast" he brushes my hair out of my face to get a better look in my dilated  eyes.  My head throbbed. "I've got to get you to the hospital." He noticed my appearance wasn't ordinary, he abruptly took charge and led me out to the car. I just sat there dozing on and off as he drove trying to get through the busy streets. 
I wanted to sleep, it's not confidential to go to the hospital. 
At the rate Harry's heart was going he'd be the one admitted into the hospital. He looks like he's going to have a heart attack, I reached out my hand to his arm. "It's not as bad as it looks" I croaked. He gave me a look as the car came to a stop. "Come on, just get checked out...for me?" 
I nod in agreement, I might as well settle this once and for all. Harry helped me in to the office, I was admitted immediately. 
The IV was painful, they didn't give me numbing. The nurse had to search for my vein, guess it didn't want to be found. 
The medicine made me groggily, like I wasn't already. Harry sat in the chair next to the bed, tapping his foot patiently waiting for the doctor to do come back with a blood test. 
Yet I still don't know what is going on with me. 
"What  is  happening?" I asked in my own defense of lacking knowledge. Harry shrugged and stayed quiet, Harry is quiet when he is either angry or sad. I let out of sigh, my heart rate monitor was getting annoying. Beep...beep...beep...beep. Okay, I get it, my heart is normal. 
An hour passed by, finally the doctor came in with a bunch of papers and sat in the doctors chair. 
"Hello, how are you feeling?" He asked with a smile on his face acting like nothing was wrong. "Tired" I mumbled softly making it hard for him to understand. 
"And you are her....?" "Boyfriend" Harry jumped in his seat answering the doctor cutting his words off. "Okay, Styles am I correct?" He wrote on his papers scribbling it looked like. "Um, yes, Harry. Harry Styles." He spoke shaking. "What is the patients full name?" "Uh, Emily Rose Sty–Davis" he almost said Styles, I couldn't help but chuckle. My chest hurt when I did, pain flushes across my face at this time. "We are going to have to keep her for a few days, to see why her bruises in her back aren't anything g too serious." The doctor looks at me like I'm just another sick person. "Do we know exactly what is wrong with her?" 
Harry asks in defense. The doctor sighs, "Im afraid we don't have exactly what her causes are right now, but were running some tests in the morning." Doctor nodded and shook Harry's hand and walked out. 
Harry's face shatters, Are they sure the bruises on my back aren't from love bites? 
I'm feeling awful now, my coughing has picked up, my air is short, my blood pressure is low, and my heart rate is abnormal.  
Harry hasn't left my side all night, the nurses have been in and out every few hours to get a blood test. I'm drained dry physically. Harry can see that on my face as I try my best to stay awake, but to him. My reflection is colorless in his eyes, my face faded with no pink on my cheeks or on my lips. "Tired?" Harry asks pulling the blanket up over my shivering yet sickening body. I nodded, he knelt down and kissed my head with his fiery warm lips. "I love you" I choked. "I love you too Emily, good night. I'm not going anywhere." 
Harry sat back in his chair looking uncomfortable and then I finally fell into a deep sleep. 

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