They Don't Know About Us

Before You Leave Me Today - Chapter 64

*CHLOES POV*

"Finally." I mutter, stepping back and glancing at the work that I had spent most of the day doing. Pretty pink "It's A Girl" banners loop from door to door, bunting filled over the windows and balloons that drifted upon the carpets. Of course this was over the top. But that's how Paige liked it. Harry's hand securly wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Something's wrong, my brows lower down into a confused scowl, twisting so that i'm facing him. "What?" He mumbles, brushing the loose strands of hair from my eyes. "Something's up with you.." I reply. Just as he opens his mouth to reply, the others bolt through the door. Including 5SoS. Blushing, I step away from Harry, though his arm still wraps securely around me. Niall's face lights up straight away and we're all guided into Paige's bedroom. The next few hours pass by, Paige gasping excitedly at each new present that's unraveled. Sparkly paper litters the floor. The atmosphere seems lighter, better than it was before. But deep down, we're all still greaving, for the loss of Justin. Jokes are exchanged frequently, most hosted by Louis. Even Marcel's joined in, laughing in his american accent with his trademark glasses upon the end of his nose. It's wierd how he and Harry look so much alike, especially when his glasses are removed. Though their personalities are completely different. Marcel's the quiet, calculating one whom obsesses over his job. Harry on the other hand, has a  more lighter way, hyper, bubbly, care free but most of all; the comedian, the entertainer. And this was the true Harry Styles, from cheshire. He wasn't the womaniser that the media dubbed him to be. "How about we get somethin to eat?" Nialls voice rouses me from my daydream, glancing across to the others. "Sure Nialler! What we're you thinking?" I reply, obviously knowing what he was going to say. "Nandos, anyone?" Niall replied, winking towards Paige as we all erupt into a chours of laughter. Niall rushes to get the phone, having Nando's on speed dial, it was easy. Niall demanded it. No surprise there. "Chloe.." Harry's gravely voice enters my ear, making me shudder and turn towards him. "What's up?" His brows are lowered into a scowl, eyes fixated upon mine. "I-it's Gemma.." He couldn't finish, leaving me to gasp. "God, what is it?" I reply. Gemma is Harry's sister, i've known her for a while and i'm close to her as the others.They we're also so much alike, the female version of Harry. "She's in hospital.. I don't know weather it's serious or not.." He soon replies, I can see fresh tears well up in his eyes. "Go. Go and see her." I reply, he shakes his head. "I can't, not without you." Since the whole audial with Paige and Shelby being kidnapped, Harry's forced himself to stay with me almost all of the time, the only time we've been away from eachother is if he's been on tour, or needed an interview. "Everything alright, guys?" Paige comes over, smiling and holding Demi's new baby grow in her hand. "Harry needs to go to the hospital.. it's Gemma." I reply towards her. Paige nods. "It's fine, Clo. Go with Harry. I hope she's alright." I smile weakly back. "Alright. Tell the others, will ya?" Harry soon rises from the couch, rushing over to grab Marcel. "Of course I will!" Paige replies, giving me a quick hug before rushing over towards Niall. "'Cmon, we need to go." Harry replies, nodding the three of us exit the house and head towards the Hospital.

Good news and bad news. Gemma is alright, I guess. She's stable. But with the illness she's contracted, she will be in hospital for a few weeks at the minimum. We were only able to stay there for a few hours, in which time Harry and Marcel seemed dormant, occasionally answering mine or Anne's questions. Gemma was out cold, recovering. "At least she's..stable." I try to break the silence on the car ride home. Harry keeps his eyes upon the road, his nuckles white with the grip on the steering wheel "Yeah.." He mumbles, rasping his tongue over his dry , cracked lips. "I'm sure she'll be fine, Harry." Marcel jumps in. As the lights flash to red, the car halts, Harry's head swiftly turning towards him. "We don't know that, Marcel!" He suddenly snaps out of the blue, causing me to glare at him. "Sorry..." He mumbles, realising his hands from the steering wheel and rubbing his hands over his face. "It's just..." I sigh, shifting in my seat. "It's fine.. I know." The light flashes to green, causing the car to jolt forwards and down the road towards home.