15. Well This Is New, Right?
How could have I forgotten about my number one patient? Ugh I hate you Nick! As soon as the taxi stopped, I paid him the fee, and walked in a high speed in my grey ankle boots (http://www.polyvore.com/dark_change/set?id=100235183). The guards opened the door for me directly, as they now know my job inside is daily. I knocked on the door and glanced at my phone as I saw the time was 4:30 pm; I’m a half hour late!
“Welcome Miss Lane, Please come in fast.” Rosa didn’t sound that cheery, and it basically made me feel guiltier for being late; what’s going on? “Mrs. Anne left this morning to Holmes Chapel, and Mr. Styles was becoming violent and angry with his temper; so I had to call someone to keep him occupied until you arrived.” The poor lady was frustrated and worried to the extreme; Harry became violent? Huh!? “Rosa did you give him 2 glasses of water after his meal like I told you?” She looked at me like a little child feeling bad about eating too much candy on Halloween’s eve. “Is that why he’s high tempered?” I shook my head and groaned: “Get me a medium bottle of water with a glass and follow me upstairs, hurry up please.” I instructed her and placed my purse on the couch, while I rushed upstairs to the yelling that became higher as I was getting closer.
I opened the door, and I found Liam, Niall, and Zayn sitting inside tying to talk some sense in Harry; he was cursing a lot of disrespectful words and yelling like a foolish little kid. Once I entered he looked at me and stopped yelling, it was like I am the mute button for his TV mouth. I smiled at him as I walked inside, and to my surprise he smiled back softly.
“REBECA?!” Niall yelled and jumped from his seat to greet me in a warm hug, and so did Liam and Zayn. “So she’s the nurse that’s taking care of you Hazz?” He nodded and smiled at me; I walked towards him and rubbed his arm tenderly. “How are you feeling today Harry?” He wanted to answer, but Liam just broke a laugh with Zayn and Niall. “It’s funny you should ask, little volcano of bad temper over here (he pointed at Harry and proceeded) made us all go crazy from the anger he threw on us. I think I learned new swears from him today.” The boys were on the floor from the chuckles and giggles that they shared, I laughed a little as Harry blushed and threw a frown on his face.
“He’s just dehydrated. (The three men, including Harry lifted their eyebrows to the shocking fact that I just said.) There are different levels of dehydration, apparently to a patient with low immunity and a little bit of low oxygen pressure; it does tend to affect the nervous system. In other words, getting angry and emotionally suppressed.” I think I dove into the subject deeply, because as soon as I finished; I saw the 4 men looking at me in amazement. “Wow, that’s all I can say right now…” Zayn smiled genuinely, and it made me blush. “Miss Lane, here’s the water.” Rosa came in with the tray as she placed it and left again. I opened the bottle for Harry and poured the liquid in the glass, as I held it to him. “I’m not thirsty.” I hate it when he’s stubborn. “(I drew a warming smile, and handed him the cup.) It’s for your own good Harry; please drink it? It’s only water.” He huffed his marvelous breath and took the glass from me. “Rebeca, may I ask you something?” I nodded for Harry to go on. “I know it’s none of my business, but… hold that thought please.” He started making me curious, but he spoke to the 3 charming men in the room: “Mates, I need a moment with Rebeca alone if you don’t mind?”
The guys stood up and left the room, as they closed the door behind them. I am so scared and worried from what Harry has in mind. What does he want to ask me? Why did he want us to stay alone? “Harry, do I have to be concerned?” He looked down on his hands, and then back at me. “I just feel that you aren’t happy with the job here, I mean (He sighed.) Am I that much of a bother to you? I really want you to be comfortable; and today I noticed that you aren’t happy. Even though you tried to smile, I could sense there is something wrong.” Woah! What was that!? Harry feels that I’m not ok? How did he know that I am bothered? This is going to be interesting. Shall I tell him? But, if I do his emotions will be affected; and in his case this is what we all are trying to avoid. What to do now…?