This Isn't Love

Morgan encounters a mysterious, yet breathtaking boy. Although she wants to, she can't resist him.

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17. Chapter 17

*Two weeks later*

"Morgan we've got to get going!" I heard Harry calling from downstairs. He was supposed to go to the hospital today to get the cast off his healing arm.

I tied my shoelaces and trotted down the stairs. My first glance at Harry made my breathing hitch. His white v neck hung perfectly over his toned torso, his skinny jeans slightly sagging on his bum. He looked beautiful, all except for the blue cast concealing his right arm.

"Ready?" I grinned at the gorgeous figure walking towards me, his eyebrows furrowed at my taking so long to get ready.

"You think?" His tone amused me as he opened the door and stepped out into the warm air.

"Are you mad at me?" I teased. He had been complaining all week about the cast, so I knew he wanted it off. He opened the drivers door to my car and hastily got in. I had to open my own door, not that I minded.

"I thought you weren't supposed to drive until your cast was taken off." I said in a questioning voice.

"Keys." He commanded as he slid his aviators up his face.

"Okay Mr. Cranky." I dug through my purse that was carelessly thrown to the floor.

"I'm sorry baby." He rubbed his large hand up and down my spine as I brought the keys into the air. He grabbed them and brought the car to life as he slid them in the key hole.

I didn't say anything as he backed out if the driveway. He had his phone in his lap as he drove, occasionally checking it.

"What's so important?" I asked looking down at the phone.

"Nothing, I'm expecting a call."

"From who?"

He didn't answer, only continued to drive.

"Harry."

"What Morgan." His tone was more aggressive. I'd never seen him like this.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." His grip tightened on the steering wheel.

"Harry..you're scaring me." I whispered.

"Morgan." His expression soften, loosening his grip and looking over at me. "I'm sorry."

He pulled into the hospital without either of us saying another word. I wanted to know why he was acting like this.

"Oh great." Harry said under his voice when he saw the crowd of paparazzi hovering at the door.

He came around the car and opened my door.

"Harry, I don't like this." I entwined our fingers as we walked closer to the door.

"It's okay baby, I'm right here." His words comforted me, the argument from earlier forgotten.

"Harry, Harry over here!" Cameras started to flash as we walked into the mob of people.

"Is that the new girl?" One shouted. The new girl? How many girls had Harry been with?

"Over here pretty!" The photographer shouted at me, making Harry's eyes shoot up from the ground.

I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze as we entered the hospital. Harry immediately walked to the front desk, releasing my hand as he spoke to the nurse.

I looked around the room, it wasn't that crowded. A few children played by the blocks that were set out for them in the corner, the moms waited in the chairs. A few pregnant women nervously waited with their husbands.

Harry grabbed my hand, snapping me out of my gaze. He led me over to a set of chairs in the corner. He took his phone out as we sat down, I heard him swear under his voice as he looked down at the screen.

"I'll be right back baby." He held the phone up to his ear as I nodded my head, searching the room once more.

I had always hated hospitals, the smell disgusted me. I looked over to the small room which held the snack machines. Harry was looking at the floor as he spoke into the phone. His facial expression was serious, in the short time that I had known him, I'd never seen that face.

I watched as he took the phone away from his ear and walked out of the glass room.

"I'm just gonna stay out here when they call you back, I don't really like this place." I said as he took his seat beside me. The first time I had been here for Harry, I didn't notice how unpleasant I felt. The feeling was kicking in now.

"But I need you to hold my hand." He leaned over to kiss my cheek, his fingers tangled with mine. His mood had completely changed since a few seconds ago.

"Harry, what's going on?" I spoke bluntly, looking straight into his green eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Why you've been so mean to me today. Why you've checked your phone every five seconds since we left the flat. You're keeping something from me Harry." His eyes flickered up and down my body, a smile forming across his face.

"Babe, I'm not keeping anything from you. I'm just nervous about getting my cast off, that's all."

"Who was that in the phone then?" His thumb was gently rubbing circles into my hand.

"My mum." He spoke a little softer. His eyes were starting to glaze over.

"What's wrong?" My eyebrows furrowed at the sight of Harry in tears.

"My stepdad is in the hospital."

"Here?" I asked.

"No, not here, it's about three hours away. I was gonna get the cast off then take you home so I could go visit him." He placed a sweet kiss between my eyebrows.

"I wanna go with you." I spoke softly.

"Babe, I don't know what kind of condition he's in. All my mum told me was that he was in a bad car accident and I needed to get up there...I don't want you to go if he's hurt bad, because I might have to stay for a few days."

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