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..."


74. A Box

…. The Next Day (At Night) ….

Rebeca's POV:

The concert last night was one of the most joyful experiences I’ve witnessed, it was the first time I see those 5 amazing boys singing and interacting with their fans; it truly showed me how much they focus on thanking their followers and supporters. Obviously, neither I nor the two ladies returned to my place to sleep; we stayed over each one of our men’s room, at the hotel. Harry and I had one of the stress- relieving moments before we slept in each other’s arms; it was good to feel his skin over mine again. The day passed by quick, as the guys went to rehears for their second show after tomorrow; and I spent half of my day with my mom at the hospital. I told her what happened with me and that Cara girl yesterday, and it was nice to see her laugh; even though she was extremely tired.

I went back to the hotel and got upstairs to Harry’s room; gladly my boyfriend gave me a key card of my own to keep to myself. I opened the door and went inside as I wondered why he isn’t here. We are supposed to attend that fashion show we got invited to, so I assumed he’d be preparing himself here.

“Harry, are you here?” I called but there wasn’t any reply, I walked to the bed and noticed a large box lying on the bed with my name on it. I scrunched out the yellow ribbon and opened the box to be completely amazed from the scene. A wonderful and highly detailed dress with all of its accessories was glittering from its beauty. I smiled widely as I took the entire box and entered the bathroom to shower and change.

It took me like a full hour and fifteen minutes to sum up my hair, makeup, and dressing up; well most of the time was spend on my long hair to be honest. “Babe, I’m back! Are you here?” I smiled at myself as I took the last glance in the mirror (, and stepped out of the bathroom slowly. Harry’s mouth opened to say something, but he couldn’t since the shock on his face was indescribable; do I look bad?!

“Say something please? Does it look bad?” He shook his head to snap out of his shocked face, and approached me to breathe in my scent from my neck seductively. “(He spoke in a deep and passionate low tone.) All I can say right now is that we need a round two after we’re back… (He breathed in my perfume deeply and spoke.) Damn it your smell is mind blowing…!” I blushed lightly and kissed Harry’s cheek carefully so that I won’t ruin my gloss.

He approached to kiss my lips but I repelled and he groaned.
 “Babe, you’ll ruin my gloss. (I brushed his hair with my hand and he sighed as he closed his eyes to pleasure the touch.) Go get ready.” He winked at me and quickly pecked me in his sneaky way. “(I whined.) Harold Edward Styles! (He giggled and ran to the bathroom.) You’ll pay for that Mr.” I laughed and looked at the mirror to apply more gloss, instead of the ones Harry stole from my mouth. “(He yelled from the bathroom.) Yumm! Was that strawberry candy I tasted?” I shook my head and chuckled as I made some tiny touch ups.

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