Caring (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Emily Blackwood is your almost average 20 year old nurse. She graduated university early due to her change of country, from Australia to London. With only Leah, Jess and Hannah as her friends, she struggles to find the romance she has dreamed of since a child. But that soon changes, all because of Leah. Emily isn't sure whether to thank her friend, or whether to hate her.
My fingers gently run over the dark mark situated in the crook of my neck. I wince at the slight pain. As I open my eyes that I didn't know I closed, I look to Leah.
My eyebrows furrow as I realise she isn't looking at me, but rather someone behind me. My head turns immediately to the source holding her attention.
He stands there, only metres from the door, staring at me. He smirks at me before dropping his left eye in a wink and vanishing out the door.
Fear racks through my body as I remember his words.
"You're now mine, Emily."
I turn back to Leah, our expressions the same.
Complete shock and fear.


22. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Emily's POV

I woke with a gasp, a gasp of terror. The vivid images yet to fade leave me panting so I sit up to help it stop.

"She's awake." I look to my side to see Eleanor. Then behind her to find Louis and Harry sharing a two-seater lounge, of which they are both sleeping on.

I smile before looking back at Eleanor who was standing. "Don't." I struggle to say, my mouth suddenly dry. She looks shocked before pouring a glass with water. Thank god a nurse left a jug and a glass beside the bed.

I take a few gulps, which I'm sure would be attractive, along with the bed hair currently adorning my head.

"Just leave them, they look exhausted." I say after a minute. Eleanor looks back at them and smiles with me.

"Yeah," She turns back around and sits down on the chair again. "How are you feeling?"

I shrug. "I feel like shit." We both give a light chuckle.

"I heard what you done. I may be apart of the gang but I wouldn't even be brave enough to take down that many men." She praises.

I place by empty cup on the beside table. "I'm not proud of it. I'm not proud of anything I did today."

"Yesterday." she corrects me.

"Oh. Can you get the nurse for me? At least while they are still asleep." I point to the boys.

"Yeah sure." Eleanor leaves the room. I take my chance to look at Harry. His lack of sleep is noticeable by the heavy lines under his eyes. His hair is messy and he looks like he has been hit by a truck, with wrinkled and blood covered clothes. But even like that, he still looks-

"Hi I'm Olivia and I'm your nurse." I place a finger over my lips and point to the boys with the other. "Oh. Well you are a nurse if I'm correct, so you understand how this works. And an advantage of you being a nurse is being discharged early." Her voice quieter than her greeting.

Olivia done my observations and undone the bandage on my thigh allowing me and the doctor to see the damage, which honestly wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I was told the operation was swift and only a few weeks of decent rest were needed to properly heal the wound. As for the scratches on my face caused by the shattering glass, they should heal up nicely and only a few will leave small and barely noticeable scars.

The whole time this was happening Harry and Lou stayed asleep. And also while it was happening I took my chance to brush my hair and rid it of the bird's nest.

Right now I lay on my side talking to Eleanor about the new movie soon to release 'The Fault In Our Stars'. "It's so sad, I just can't wait for it to come out."

"I know right. It will replace 'The Notebook'." We both laugh.

"Ouch." A groan of pain comes from the boys. "Louis, for fucks sake. Get your foot out of my face." We look over and Harry is in an uncomfortable position. Louis foot in Harry's face, his head falling off of the armrest and his long legs straight out in front of him. Whereas Lou had both his feet positioned on Harry, looking quite comfortable.

I cover my mouth to prevent my giggles from escaping, Eleanor doing the same.

"Harry, shut up I'm trying to sleep." Louis groans back.

That's when I lost it. My hand clutched my stomach as I laughed so much it hurt. Eleanor joined me and the boys came out of their half unconscious state.

"You're awake." Harry smiles then frowns. "What are you two laughing at?"

I attempt to calm my giggles and deepen my voice to sound like Harry's. "Ouch, Louis, for fuck sake. Get your foot out of my face." I laughed even harder.

Eleanor then copied me by imitating Louis. "Harry, shut up I'm trying to sleep." It was then Eleanor laughed so much she fell off of her chair making us both laugh even harder.

"Well," Louis says over our laughter. "I thought Emily's laugh was because of the morphine but then I realised Eleanor was doing the same. So mate you have an excuse for your girlfriends behaviour and I don't."

I continued to laugh being unable to tell Louis off for calling me Harry's girlfriend. Harry smiles at me trying to pull Eleanor off of the ground, both of us still laughing.

"I know."

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