16. Why Do You Hate Me?!
“Harry don’t say that, please. I love working here, and I don’t mind your behavior at all; as I told you I am here to make you heal faster and not argue with your actions that are caused from your illness. (He nodded as I proceeded.) And don’t worry I’m just a little bit tired from the hospital that’s all, so relax.” I took a seat in one of the chairs beside him on the other side, and he turned his face to look me deep in the eyes. It was like he was telling me that he knows I’m hurt, and that he doesn’t want to ask anymore because he knows it’s not the time at all. Wait, how am I able to read his thoughts?!
“When will I be able to walk again with no pain?” I was glad that he changed the topic sphere, so I stood up beside him and rubbed his arm gently. “Don’t worry champ, you’ll be walking with no pain in a day or so hopefully. But that doesn’t mean you can leave your house until I authorize it; deal?” He smiled and nodded with a relieved feeling: “Are you this kind with all of your patients? Or is it just me?” I froze to what he asked; I can’t believe what he just asked!
“Harry I treat everybody equally, patients or no patients that’s how I am with everyo-…”He cut me off as he yelled all of a sudden: “No you don’t! You hug all of the guys and you always are friendlier with them than with me! You make me question my behavior all of the time! Why do you hate me!?” HUH!? Ok his bad temper is back, I need to calm him down. “You’re over reacting Harry, I think you should drink that water already; don’t you agree? I won’t reply to you because this is not true at all.” I don’t know why, but he opened his arms and yelled higher: “Prove it and hug me now!” Ugh what’s wrong with him! Oh well, here goes nothing. I leaned down and hugged him as he rubbed my back and held me tight.
“(He cooed softly.) I did it on purpose because I know that you are depressed; don’t tell me you aren’t because I can see through you Rebeca…” Ok, he’s scaring me. I felt my tears threatening me to spill, but I sniffed my nose and left his arms directly. “I don’t believe that my personal life is any of your business. Hurt or not Harry, you are my patient nothing more. Don’t get personal please, especially with me. (He frowned as I breathed out my tension.) It’s late, I should go.” I walked away to the outside, but he stopped me with one phrase that rang in my ear like a repeated melody: “I admire your sensitivity, Rebeca…” I didn’t turn my back, but I paused once I heard his words; I then puffed my breath and left out of his room.
I walked downstairs where the guys were sitting, and I grabbed my purse to exit the house.“Are you leaving soon?” I nodded to Liam’s question, and the other two guys stood up along with him. “We are planning a celebration party for Harry’s come back after tomorrow, and we really would like it if you came.” Niall officially invited me to the upcoming event, and I tried to force a smile at him. “I promise that I will think about it.” I answered and Zayn instantly spoke: “You have to Becky, It will be a reception party, you know; smart casual dress code and it will be a few people not more than that.” I nodded to the idea. “Sure, I’ll see what I can do; thank you for the invite really.” I hugged them goodbye and left to go back home.
But the words that Harry told me today made me daze in my own world of thinking. He sees through me like no one ever did, how was this even possible? His hug was more than perfect; it was like he made me feel safer than I ever did with anyone. I don’t understand the complication between us anymore, but I will stick on doing my job and nothing else; that’s why Anne hired me for, and nothing else.