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..."

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40. I Don't Like The Idea

…. Later That Night ….


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Rebeca's POV:
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As soon as everyone had their share from seeing Harry recover in his bedroom; they all went back to their original stations. Once the boys left, Anne told me to check on Harry for one last time before I leave, and that I did. I walked in the room, and once my charming young man saw me; his face lid up with his sleepy eyes swirling.



“(I whispered softly.) Hey, how’s my champ doing?” I rubbed his arm slowly in little movements; as he leaned himself up to connect his lips with mine. “(He patted on the free space beside him, as I took that position on the edge of the bed.) If it wasn’t for you, I would be history before you could be my future.” My insides exploded love hearts, from his mesmerizing words. “Don’t say that. (He took my hand in his, and then kissed it slowly. He kept it in his hold as I proceeded.) You know that I am ready to give you all I have if I had to. I would do anything for you babe.” He blushed and then I saw a smirk starting to form on his beautiful face, what’s he up to?




“Anything, baby?” He asked with that cunning smirk still on his face. “(I smiled assuring what I spoke.) Yes, anything Harry.” I knew something was bubbling in his mind, and it made me want to actually wish I was in his mind at this moment. “(He asked softly.) Move in with me?” I stoned my structure like a statue of cement. “(I stuttered.) H-Harry its n-not that easy…” I don’t know, but a lot of stuff in my thoughts prevented my acceptance to this major move. What if we argue someday? How will I be able to stay with him? What about Anne? I can’t just barge in as simple as that and behave normally.




Harry squeaked softly:
“Love, please don’t say no. (His eyes were begging me to listen to his proposition.) If you stay here then you won’t allow me to do such foolish move like today, you’ll be here for two reasons; but mainly because I want us to move to the next step together. I can’t wake up and not see your face around here. (I blushed, and he went on.) I need you here with me, I don’t care about taking care of me; I just need you and want you with me at all times. I want to have dinners with you, spend my time with no one else than with you. Please let’s do this together?”




I sighed and dove in my own world of reasoning this major step. I love him, and he loves me; it’s only fair if we grew our relationship more, right? He also has a point in what he said; I can prevent any harm from happening like today’s event. I can be in control of everything about his health and he will be able to recover faster. Other than that, I will get endless time to spend with him, and we could both blossom our relationship by getting to know each other more and more. But still I can’t avoid the possibility of us having an argument or a fight; I don’t want that to happen at all, but if so, will it mean that I will have to move out? Ugh, I need to decide the best for us now; I can’t over think, because it will cause me and Harry pure headache.




“Babe?” I snapped out of my thoughts, and I saw his eyes still anxiously waiting for my reply; I think I made up my decision. “I don’t like the idea.”He froze, but I smiled and directly spoke: “I LOVE the idea, but what I love the most? Is you.” He jumped in my arms and started laughing in relief. Yup I will move in.

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