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..."


48. You're The Boss

…. After shopping for 2 hours ….

Rebeca's POV:

“So honey, how’s living over there working for you?” I smiled at my aunt’s question, because I knew that deep down she missed having me around as much as I did. “Well, it’s really going well. Harry and I are so close, thank God. (I remembered that I need to say something about the job.) Oh, and he is recovering and becoming better every single day. He can drive, but short distances; and his system is back to normal technically.” She smiled and hugged me as we rested in a restaurant.

“Auntie, do you think what I got him now will be to his liking?” I asked her honestly as I looked at Harry’s gift in the bag. “Have faith in yourself kiddo. I am more than sure he’s going to love it, guys are into such stuff trust me.” I giggled and took the menu from the waiter, who just showed up. “You know, your outfit is in the car. (I widened my eyes.) Hehe, relax! I promise you that you will thank me once you see it. “I hugged her and replied:“Thank you for being this helpful.” She patted my back tenderly as we dropped the hug.

….The Next Day (At 9:45 pm) ….

“Come on Becks, hurry up a little!” Harry whined from downstairs.Tonight is my prince’s birthday, and currently I was a little stressing on my appearance. It feels strange to be wearing such expensive items and rich designs; I’m more into casual wear that’s why I guess. I held my purse, (, and walked out of the room with a quick inhale.

I glided down the stairs, and Harry’s eyes beamed at me like he never saw me before. I blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, and licked his lips; gosh he just drives me insane with his dashing actions! He stretched out his hand for me to grab it, and he pulled me closer to him. “(He whispered in my ear.) Happy birthday to me indeed.” The redness attacked my cheeks wildly, as he kissed my one of them and we walked outside to the Limo.

“Harry?” I asked him while the car drove. “Yes darling? What’s on your mind?” He placed his arms around my shoulder, and kissed my nose. “I need you to promise me something babe.” He nodded and answered: “Anything, tell me.” I grinned and so did my charming boyfriend. “You’ll drink as much as I drink, not more and certainly not less since it’s your birthday, alright?” He sighed and I mainly felt like he wanted to object; but to my gladness he didn’t. “You’re the boss.” He joked and I laughed as I placed my head on his shoulder and he kissed my forehead.

The car stopped, and amazement filled my eyes instantly at the scene outside. The club looked really interesting from the outside; it has been a very long time since I entered a club. I turned my face and looked at Harry, who was dazing in his looks at me. “Ready birthday boy?” He smiled widely and gave me his hand, as our fingers intertwined and we hopped out of the car. The club really looked wonderful from the inside, and as soon as we entered; we heard union yells of: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!” I admired how he looked like at that moment, the way he blushed and tried to hide it; I was overwhelmed by his happiness.

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