The Nurse

.............. Days are passing with time, but not for our beloved Harry Styles... He's stuck in a rigid room, lying in one position at all times. What might be the change to this system, and will the human statue of Harry move or will it stay still in the end? ............... .................. A new story line, with a massive intellectual reflection of romance, drama, and thrilling events. .................. Quote: Rebeca: " You are a good listener aren't you? I would pay anything to hear you talk instead of me for once..."


66. Could You Please Hug Me?

Harry’s POV:

I noticed that Liam was the zoned out, it’s like he wasn’t even with us. He was quiet and he didn’t mention a word, clearly his face looked tired to the extreme as well. “Well that’s it for now, I assume you all start preparing yourselves for the departure, boys.” We said our goodbyes to Simon, and left the office.

“(I whispered in his ear, as we walked out of the building.) What’s wrong mate? You don’t feel like yourself at all today.” He breathed deeply and replied shocking news: “Sophia and I are almost not together anymore…” This is madness! I thought they both were like high school lovey dovies? And Sophia seemed to be a fantastic girl for Liam? “Do you want to talk about it back at my place? I’m heading with Niall over there right now?” He sighed and gave it a minute of thought, and then he nodded hardly. Well at least we can help him figure things out back at home.

Rebeca's POV:


“Harry I’m home!” I called out as soon as I reached inside, but I didn’t hear a voice at all. I shook my head out of frustration, and went upstairs to change my clothes; before Angela would arrive. She did tell me that she will come back to pick up her clothes, and I guess she also needed to see Niall; but he’s not here either. God, why am I so careless right now? I can’t even see myself caring for anything going on in my life anymore, all what I had in my mind is that idea of traveling to San Francisco with my parents tomorrow. I slipped in my Pjs (, and decided I should sleep a little just to cool my mind off of things.

…. 30 Minutes Later ….

I woke up to someone brushing my hair with a warm hand; I opened my puffy eyes and there he was, the only guy that could make me feel better at any time of day. “(He spoke in a soft tone, and a low voice.) Baby, why are you asleep in the afternoon? Are you not feeling well?” I fixed myself in a sitting position on bed and shrugged my shoulders. “I’ve had a really tough day, that’s all… (I can’t talk about the topic straight ahead; so I switched the path.) When did you arrive home?” He kissed my forehead and replied: “I just came back a while ago, Angela came as well; she’s downstairs if you feel like descending with me?”I nodded, but I had to ask him for something as soon as we both stood up.

“Harry?” He hummed: “Mhm?” I whispered in devastation: “Could you please hug me?”His eyes were worried, I mean I never ask him to do something like that; we usually go for it without requesting it from each other. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me tight, while my head rested in his chest, and his head was placed tenderly over mine. “I know that you don’t feel like talking about it right now, but whatever is bothering you love; you have to tell me later alright?” I nodded slowly in his chest, as I breathed his scent into my veins; If only I could tell him now, without the fear of crying like a little kid. I need to be stronger when I tell him what went on.

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